Evelyn’s father stood frozen, his hand still on the edge of the table. For a long second, no one said a word. The air in the room was tight. Liam’s cold gaze moved between him and Evelyn.

“What is a rogue doing in my home?” Evelyn’s father finally demanded, his voice sharp. “Who let you in?”

Liam smiled faintly. “Does it matter? I came with information you’ll want to hear.”

“I don’t deal with rogues,” the man snapped, his hand gripping the chair. “You think you can ...