Liam had to resist the urge to pull her on to his lap; with a cup full of tea it was probably a bad idea. But having her so close was reassuring, grounding.

“I can remember what it was like, being a trainee with the Covenant,” he said casually. “I could tell you a million tiny details about Robert Bullard’s life.” He couldn’t help the shudder of revulsion that ran through him at that; this was the man who’d tortured Verity and Liam could tell her how he liked his eggs, for fucks sake.