Mia's POV

The sting on my cheek from where he'd forced that kiss was nothing compared to the rage burning in my chest. I watched Liam stumble backward, his hand pressed to his own cheek where I'd slapped him, and for a moment I saw something that made my anger falter.

He looks broken. Completely broken.

"Get away from me," I said again, but this time my voice was quieter, more controlled.

Looking at him now - really looking at him - I could see what I'd missed before. The wild ...