I'd barely reached his door, hand raised to knock, when Liam jerked it open.
"Syd," he said, face full of concern, "what's wrong?"
Was I really broadcasting that much? Oops. Time to tone it back a little bit. But my encounter with Quaid had me riled up and I'd done nothing but stew over it my entire stomping journey to Liam's door.
"I need your help." Part of me cringed, waiting for him to abandon me, too.
"Anything." He grabbed his jacket, was out the door and standing beside me before I could recover from the surge of gratitude that went a long way to healing the mess Quaid left behind. I hugged him hard, welcoming the earthy feeling of his Sidhe power and was even more thankful when Liam hugged me back.
"Thank you for trusting me," I whispered.
"Always," he said. Pushed me back. "I tried to see you last night, after the attack." His face twisted in concern. "But Charlotte and your mother wouldn't let me."
I glanced at my bodywere who had the good grace to look embarrassed.