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"Are they sour?" he asks, and I shake my head.

"You haven't tried them?"

"No, I mostly go for Liam's licorice," he answers as I dig one out of the bag for him and hold it out to him. Yet instead of taking it from me, he leans over, plucking it from my fingers with his lips. He sucks my fingers into his mouth with it before pulling back. I stare at him, shocked, when he laughs, sending me a wink. I chuckle, my face heating up as I laugh at his playfulness. He chews on it before swallowing it.

"It's very sugary," he says, licking the sugar from his lips. I offer him the bag, not wanting to lose my fingers, but he shakes his head. "No, you enjoy them," he says, pulling into the garage.

ChapterSeventeen

GANNON

I had just dropped Abbie back to the castle and left her with Clarice when Liam finds me. He is leaning against my door as I walk toward my room. Liam smiles when he spots me. He has cold and calculating eyes. "Looking for me?" I ask, and a smirk slips onto his face. His presence alone intimidates most people. You can tell there is something not quite right with Liam. He is unhinged. Despite his boyish good looks, nothing instills fear more than this man among the King's guard. Some call him the King’s mad dog, and based on the things I’ve seen, it’s an apt description.

"No, I figured I would just lean against your door because I am not waiting for you."

I grunt and shake my head. Danger emanates out of him. He has an air of superiority and seems to relish the power he has over others, just like he relishes cutting them into tiny pieces. The man is a psychopath, but then again, so am I. So his crazy compliments mine, which is why we are best friends.

"And where were you?" he drawls, and I roll my eyes at him. "I thought we were heading to the bar," he asks, pushing off my door frame, twisting the door handle, and waltzing into my room. I growl at him when he jumps onto my bed, making himself comfortable. He runs his fingers through his blonde hair and falls back on my bed.

"Something else came up," I tell him. Liam rolls over, pulling his knife from his pocket. He picks at my duvet with the tip before twirling his knife between his fingers and eyeing me suspiciously.

"Does it have anything to do with the pretty little redhead I saw you in town with earlier?" I look over my shoulder at him as I grab two beers from the mini fridge in the corner of my room. I chuck him one.

"If you already know where I was, why are you asking?"

He shrugs, popping the lid off with his knife and propping himself up with one elbow.

“The girl reminds me of," I growl warning him not to mention her name.

"Is that part of the allure you have toward her because she reminds you of your dead mate?" Liam questions, and I eye him, swigging from my bottle.

"She is nothing like her," I tell him, and Liam shrugs.

"That may be true, but you must admit they have an uncanny resemblance, don't you think?" he taunts, and my hand moves before I realize what I have done. My fingers find the blade I always keep strapped to my hip. It whizzes through the air, embedding itself in the bed head beside his head. Liam doesn't even flinch. He just lifts an eyebrow at me.

"Apparently, I'm right," he chuckles, yanking the blade from the headboard.

"I wonder if sweet little Abbie would enjoy your fetish for knives," he muses, examining it before moving so quickly I only just see the blade coming toward my face. I catch the blade before it hits me square between my eyes. The edges slice my palm and fingers as the knife slides between, cutting through my flesh, the point just nicking my skin between my eyes.

Liam chuckles, sipping his beer and leaning back against the headboard.

"Or are you envisioning carving her up like your mate, slicing that tender flesh and watching her bleed out the way you did her?"

"Fuck off, Liam, you know nothing," I tell him.

"Ah, but I do; I was there, remember? And I know you... and that girl is a timid little thing and so jumpy. Scared of her own shadow, she is."

"What are you getting at?" I snap, grabbing an old shirt to clean my bleeding hand. Liam shrugs.

"Just curious, Gan. I don't want you to break her. It would be a shame really, I don't mind watching her prance around in her little uniform." His words cut off when I launch myself at him, my hands locking around his throat, and he cackles his head off, laughing like a maniac.

"Seems I'm right. You like the girl," Liam laughs.

"I don't. I took her to town, and that is it. I took her for Clarice," I add.

"I can smell lies, but if you wish to tell yourself that, we can pretend," he says, sending me a wink, and I growl, shoving him back on the bed and climbing off him.

"I took her to town, Liam, nothing more," I tell him, wandering off into the bathroom. I wash my hands and remove my clothes, drop them in the hamper, and step into the shower, shutting the door. Liam leans on the doorframe, watching me.

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