Cassian didn't remember leaving his room. One second he was pacing the floor of his room, and the next his hand was fisted in Liam's shirt, slamming him into the marble wall hard enough that dust shivered from the sconces.
"What did you do?" Cassian snarled, "Don't play stupid with me."
Liam blinked at him with that lazy, mocking disinterest. His grin curled slow, taunting. "Do what? Cassian, please. I'm always drunk or hungover. How would I keep track of your… melodramas?"
Cassian shoved him harder. "Try again."
But Liam just laughed, that thin, cracked sound that grated. "Oh, I get it now. You're worked up. Why? Is it about the little bet with Larsen?" He tilted his head, pretending innocence before his eyes gleamed. "Or is it an omega? Tell me, big brother… are you getting territorial?"
Cassian's pulse slammed against his ribs. Before he could answer by breaking Liam's jaw with his clenched fist, a ripple of movement flashed in his peripheral.
