Liam woke up the next morning with heavy eyes, the kind of weight that made his lids feel like they'd been glued shut. His head sank deeper into the silk pillow, but there was no comfort to be found. Sleep had been a stranger last night.
He wasn't tossing and turning because of nightmares or stress in the traditional sense. No, this was something new—something strange. His mind had been buzzing with the interface of the System Store, the endless list of impossible items flashing before him like temptations in a forbidden catalog.
Every time he thought he was done, every time he told himself, Enough, I'll decide tomorrow, he would open his eyes in the dark and see them again.
By the time he finally drifted off, it was well past three in the morning.
Now, as he lay on the massive king-sized bed in the master suite of Bellemere Mansion, he stared at the high, crown-molded ceiling, his thoughts heavy and tangled.
