Chapter 414: Liam's Arms

I couldn't take it. Couldn't. I fled from Mom, from Gram, from all of it. Couldn't bear the touch of the veil, instead threw on my jacket and boots and felt the bite of the cold as I ran out into a frosty white world almost unfamiliar, across town, through the glass door, down the stairs, across the green barrier and into Liam's waiting arms.

The cavern's power embraced me, held me as close as my Sidhe friend as he guided me into his room and sat me on the edge of his bed. The draping branches of the carved tree above me drooped as though in tune with my sadness.

Liam held me, rocked me as I cried and babbled, unable to get anything out clearly for a long time. When I finally could, I'd calmed enough to pull away and stand, to pace, feeling odd as I did, my human body an adjustment after the muscular power of my demon form.

He listened as he always listened, face creased in concern, hands clasped in his lap, hazel eyes full of worry while I dumped the whole crappy, nasty, unfair sit