Chapter 683: Torn

I sat on the edge of Liam's bed, trying to study, failing miserably. He lay beside me, one hand stroking my leg as he read from a textbook. He hadn't pushed me for much information about what I was now calling The Charlotte Incident, and I was grateful. Partially because whenever I thought about my werefriend I either started to cry and couldn't stop or I thought about Piers.

Way worse. Especially considering the company I kept.

Liam finally closed his book over and tried to pull me down beside him. My whole body resisted, to the point I shut my laptop lid and stood up to avoid him.

The hurt look on his face was almost too much.

"What's wrong?" Green glittered in hazel.

"Nothing." I was a record scratched so deep I couldn't come up with another answer to his almost constant question.

"Syd," he said. "You keep saying there's nothing wrong. But you haven't been yourself since you got back from the Ukraine."

Sigh. "I just have a lot on my mind." Wow, nice line, Hayle. Oh, and don't