Liam's POV
Night had fallen by the time I stepped out of the hotel, the city lights glittering against the darkened sky. I waved off the doorman's offer to call a car, opting instead to hail a cab from the street. Some irrational part of me wanted the anonymity, the normalcy of flagging down a taxi like any other person.
A yellow cab pulled up almost immediately, and I slid into the back seat, giving the driver my address before leaning back, eyes closed.
The sensation of being watched prickled at the back of my neck. I opened my eyes to find the driver staring at me in the rearview mirror, his gaze oddly intense.
"What?" I snapped, unnerved by his scrutiny.
He didn't respond, merely turned his attention back to the road. Something about him seemed vaguely familiar—the set of his shoulders, the shape of his profile—but I couldn't place him. Probably just another face in the crowd of people I passed daily without noticing.
