SENATOR LIAM'S POV
One day after the dinner we had at Gregory's home, I sat behind my desk, fingers steepled beneath my chin as I stared blankly at the papers spread across my desk. My office, usually a place of decision and power, felt unnervingly quiet at that moment. For the first time in a long while, he felt uncertain—uncertain about the future I had carefully orchestrated for my daughter, Autumn, and Eli Marks.
