Liam's POV

　　I could tell by the unenthusiastic look on Amara's face that she was sick of the sight of me. I was definitely tired of all this back and forth with someone I didn't wish to associate with. She hadn't even offered me a drink and as we stood in Amara's kitchen, although I felt slightly intimidated by her fierce gaze.

　　Leaning up against the kitchen counter, her arms folded across her chest as her caramel eyes bore into me "Just tell me what you want ...