Edgar could barely breathe. His back was pinned against the cold hallway wall, Liam’s fist twisted tightly in his wrinkled shirt, his forearm pressed hard across Edgar’s chest, leaving no room to react. The taste of blood still burned in his mouth, his head spinning from the impact of the punch.

The look in Liam’s eyes wasn’t wild rage.

It was worse.

Cold.

Calculated.

Deadly.

“Have you lost your damn mind, Liam?!” Edgar snarled, trying to straighten himself. “Let me go!”

“You spend nights with