“Should we get back to looking?” He mocked softly. “Or do you want me to continue?”
“N-no, we should carry on,” I said, feeling my cheeks burn.
“Sounds good,” he smirked, leaning in.
“Liam, I meant looking!” I said, glaring at him despite the blush on my cheeks.
He chuckled, and for a moment, I remembered the old Liam. Somewhere deep down, he was still there. I found myself giggling weakly, too.
“Let’s find answers,” I mumbled, trying to get down, only for Liam to lift me off and place me on the ground. Our eyes met, and his brows furrowed.
“I’ll be waiting for the full story on your old man soon enough,” he said quietly, “and he’s going to pay.”
His eyes burned with anger, yet when he leaned down to place a soft kiss on my lips, his touch was tender, leaving me a mess of nerves.
Damon
I left thehouse, mind-linking Robyn to ask where she was.
At the packhouse. Is everything okay, Damon?She sounded worried, and I felt a little bad. I had totally shut her out since Raven got back, and I ended things. Yeah, what I did wasn’t right, but Robyn was the one who got hurt in this equation, along with Raven.
Yeah, all’s good, I just need to ask you something,I assured her, breaking into a run.
She had a key to our house. Back when she used to house-sit and watch Mom, I gave her both the front and back doors. I just needed to make sure she still had them or ask if she had come around today, although I doubted that…
Okay.She sounded hesitant.
I entered the packhouse, going straight up to Robyn’s room. I knocked on it lightly, and she opened it pretty quickly. I guessed she was watching out the window.
“What is it?” She asked, crossing her arms.
I didn’t miss the fact that she was wearing a fluffy gown over her pyjamas, which were usually pretty skimpy. I liked how Robyn was taking all this and the respect she was showing Raven, although it just made me feel worse. She had told me she loved me, but I hadn’t said those words back to her. I knew she felt it, but I had my reasons that I could never return her love.
“Damon?” I blinked and nodded.
“Sorry… it’s just... you still have the keys to my place, right?” Her eyes widened before she nodded.
“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise, I totally forgot-”
“Hey… it’s okay…” I said, seeing the panic on her face. She nodded, forcing a fake smile before she rushed to her drawer and began rummaging in it.
“I’ll give it to you right now.”
“Robyn… Relax, I’m only asking because Raven thought she heard the back door, and it was unlocked.” She looked at me, and I didn’t miss the flicker of sadness in her dark eyes at the mention of Raven.
This was my fucking fault.
“Oh, no, I haven’t visited again. I only see Monica on her walks. I haven’t been to yours, and I swear I wouldn’t have gone without your permission,” she rambled. I walked over to her, placing my hands on her shoulder.
“Hey, it’s cool. I’m not accusing you, I’m just wondering if maybe you did or if someone else was there or something,” I said softly.
“Oh, okay,” she said, shrugging my hands off her and turning back to the drawer. “It was in here with the SpongeBob keyring...”
I frowned. Had someone stolen it? But just when I thought she wouldn’t find it, she pulled it out with a smile that lit up her face.
“Told you. Here. I no longer have anything that belongs to you,” she said softly as I took them from her. Her heart was thudding. Although I wanted to give her a hug, I knew I couldn’t.
“I’m sorry, Robyn, for being-”