Liam pushed open the door to his apartment, exhaustion settling into his bones.
The meeting with Mr. L had drained him more than he wanted to admit.
Tasha was sitting on the couch, her legs tucked under her, scrolling through her phone.
She looked up when he walked in, her expression softening slightly.
"Hey," she said. "You're back."
"Yeah." Liam dropped his keys on the counter and walked over, sitting down beside her with a heavy sigh.
Tasha set her phone down, studying his face. "You don't seem happy."
Liam let out a short laugh. "I'm not."
"What happened?"
Liam rubbed his face with both hands, leaning back against the couch. "I met someone I hated. Had to sit across from him and make a deal."
Tasha frowned. "A deal? What kind of deal?"
"The kind where we pretend to work together even though we both want to kill each other," Liam said, his tone flat.
Tasha's frown deepened. "Liam, that doesn't sound reassuring at all."
"I know."
"Then why did you do it?"
