Liam walked quietly behind her.
She was so focused on the screen that she did not hear the door close or his footsteps on the floor. The only sound in the room was the soft hum of the computer and the steady tapping of her fingers on the keyboard. Lines of code ran across the monitor in quick flashes of green and white, numbers updating, windows shifting as the system processed whatever she had built.
He stopped right behind her chair and looked over her shoulder for a moment. The glow from the screen reflected faintly on her skin, giving her face a sharp edge in the dim room. She leaned slightly forward, fully absorbed.
He reached out and touched her shoulder.
Everything happened in less than a second.
Her hand shot up instantly and grabbed his wrist with brutal precision. She twisted hard, fast, without hesitation.
Crack.
The sound was sharp and ugly.
