Jason's POV
After that bitch had finished fawning over her pets, Liam busied himself again with tending to her feet—this time, also cleaning the scrape on her knee from when she knelt on the ground to hug Fluffy.
She was treating Liam like her personal handmaid, someone expected to be at her beck and call to patch her up whenever she was hurt. But honestly, the old bastard Liam deserved it, considering how smug he'd been getting lately.
His earlier words—what Eira had asked the moment she woke—still echoed in my mind. And judging from the looks on the other four, I wasn't the only one affected.
We'd all assumed that she was trying to save Alice, not Lucian, as suffering of last six years must have made her regret her actions. But no. She had known exactly who was hurt. It was just for a moment her mind had confused him with Alice.
