Liam and Charlotte finished dressing in silence, though the air between them still carried that lingering heat, the kind that doesn't disappear just because clothes are back on. She adjusted her shirt casually like nothing had happened, smoothing it down over her body while stealing a quick glance at him. Liam didn't meet her eyes at first, his focus on his injured hand as he flexed it slowly, testing the limits. The pain was still there, sharp and stubborn, but he pushed through it, his face giving nothing away.
Charlotte finally broke the silence. "I will take you to see him directly," she said, her tone back to that controlled, almost professional calm, but there was still a faint trace of something softer underneath. "But you have to follow my instructions or they won't let you get close."
Liam nodded once. "Got it."
