“Do this one thing for me, Livia. Please.”
That was one of the last things he’d said to her before the signing.
He’d cupped her face with his hands, bending down just enough so that his blue eyes met her brown ones. His thumbs rubbed that place near her ears, swiping away rogue tears she couldn’t seem to stop.
“Don’t ask me to do this, Nyx. Not alone. Come with me.” Her voice wavered with every word, and she hated how childish she sounded. More words bubbled there, threatening to spill from her lips every second he stood in front of her. Maybe he knew. Gods, of course he knew. He knew her, after all.
There was never just one question with Liv. Never just one sentence that didn’t lead into at least five more.
Yet she stifled every one of them.