STANDING MY GROUND

CHAPTER TEN

STANDING MY GROUND

The coffee was gone, but the warmth it left lingered. I heard the clasping if the door getting shut and didn't need to be told Liam left already.

I stared at the coffee, it was really good. A small smile curled on my lips as I gulped down the remaining coffee.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, I placed the coffee cup down and slowly headed for the door, my head trying to figure out who it might be

I flung the door open and there stood a lady, maybe a few years younger than me, was standing by the front steps, her expression a mixture of fury and disdain. Her hair, a wild cascade of dark curls, framed her face like a halo of irritation. She stormed over as soon as she saw me.

“You!” she spat out, pointing a finger directly at me. “I don’t know what kind of games you’re playing, but you need to stay away from Liam.”

I blinked, caught off guard by her venomous tone. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” Her eyes were sharp, full of anger. “Liam is my ma