Liam shoved open the hotel room door, the weight of everything that had happened pressing down on him like a mountain. He didn't speak. He didn't wait. As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, he pulled off the long coat he was wearing and tossed it onto the bed with a frustrated grunt. His jaw was clenched, muscles tight with rage and restraint. His hand reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, his fingers already dialing before he'd even walked across the room.
The soft glow of the city beyond the hotel's glass wall met his eyes, but he barely noticed the breathtaking skyline. He slid the glass door open, letting in the cold breeze as he stepped out onto the balcony. He needed air. But more than that, he needed answers. He needed options.
As the ringing began, his fingers tapped anxiously on the railing. Finally, on the third ring, she picked up.
