She clenched her fists, her mind working furiously. Stall. Keep him talking.
"You think threats will work on me, Liam?" she said, her voice steadying as she glared at him. "You think you're the first person to try to manipulate me? Please."
Liam raised an eyebrow, amused by her defiance. "I don't need to manipulate you, Avery. You'll walk right into my hands because you care too much. It's a weakness I've always admired—and despised."
Her lips curled into a bitter smile. "Funny, coming from someone whose every move screams desperation. You're the one who's weak, Liam. You think power comes from fear, but it doesn't. It's built on trust—something you'll never understand."
He took another step closer, his presence suffocating. "Spare me the lectures. I don't need your approval, just your cooperation."
"And what makes you so sure I'll give it?" she shot back, taking another step away.
