Chapter 80 How Do You Mean?

• Alistair stopped just outside Liam’s office, his hand hovering near the door like it was hot to the touch. He didn’t knock. Not yet. Instead, he just stood there like a guy deciding whether to jump into a cold lake or fake a twisted ankle.
• The door looked... colder than usual. Maybe because it was so clean, so smug in its perfection. Or maybe because it knew what was about to go down. Wood doesn’t have feelings, obviously, but still—if any door could judge a man, this one would.
• He exhaled through his nose, long and slow. William’s words were still bouncing around in his head, stubborn as a bad tune. That quiet, disappointed kind of advice—the worst kind, really. The kind that means you already knew better.