Liam's POV
I arrived at the side house with Roman. I had hoped to find her in a better condition—there were questions I needed to ask her. But for that, I first had to send Roman away.
As we stepped into the house, Roman gestured toward the sofa. "Please wait here. I'll check on her first."
He disappeared down the hall and returned a few minutes later. "You can come in. She's awake."
I gave a short hum and followed him into the bedroom. She was sitting on the couch by the window in that small, quiet room. Dressed in nothing but a thin, oversized shirt that hung loosely over her frail frame, she had her legs folded tightly to her chest, staring blankly out the window.
She looked pitiful—but at least better than the day before. Maybe the shower had washed away some of the exhaustion.
"How are you, Eira?" I asked gently as I approached the couch and set my bag on the center table.
