Michelle
I hated this place.
The air was damp and heavy, the ground uneven beneath my boots, and the silence of the trees pressed on me like a suffocating blanket. Liam had dragged us into the middle of nowhere, and I couldn't take it anymore. My temper had been simmering since we left, but now it boiled over.
"This?" I snapped, spinning on him with my arms outstretched. "This is where you brought me? To rot in the wilderness like some kind of animal?"
He didn't flinch. He never did. Liam's calmness infuriated me more than anything else. He stood there with that same maddeningly detached expression, his silver eyes flickering in the dim light.
"I had no choice," he said finally, his voice clipped but even. "Considering the circumstances, this is the only place safe enough to regroup."
"Safe enough?" I barked out a laugh that sounded more like a growl. "You call this safe? We're exposed here, Liam. If she—if Josie—comes after us, we'll have nowhere to hide."
