Liam's P.O.V.
"You're absolutely not sleeping in the same room as him."
Eldur's voice was sharp, his eyes flashing with something between fury and desperation. He stood in front of Mai like some sort of overprotective guardian, his arms crossed over his chest.
Mai, however, was not having it.
"I can't sleep without Liam," she stated, her tone final, as if that was the end of the discussion. She didn't look at Eldur—her attention was solely on me, eyes wide with that familiar intensity that made my heart clench.
"Mai…" I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "It's just for a month. You'll be fine."
Her expression darkened immediately. "I won't be fine, Liam." She stepped closer, her voice dropping, but I could hear the frustration, the fear, underneath. "I need you."
Ollie, sitting comfortably on the couch with his feet propped up, let out a dramatic whistle. "Well, this is getting spicy."
