Liam's POV
"You'll be thanking me later for this little surprise."
Mya's voice carried that smug satisfaction that made my jaw clench. I watched her stride ahead of me, leading us away from the main house with an irritating confidence. The second I recognized our destination, fury erupted in my chest and I grabbed her wrist, yanking her to a stop.
"What kind of sick game are you running here, Mya?"
The gardening shed. Of all the places she could drag me to, it had to be there. That building held memories I'd spent years trying to bury. My father's preferred location for delivering his brand of discipline. The place Mya and I used to escape to when my mother became insufferable.
My father never knew Mya existed, which was exactly why I'd worked so hard to transform that shed into something less nightmarish. Somehow, I'd succeeded.
Her eyebrows knitted together in mock confusion. "Games? I'm not playing anything. I just want to show you my handiwork."
