Aurora was going to die.
Liam's head snapped toward her, his expression a dangerous mix of disbelief and simmering anger.
"You let him stay over?" His voice was sharp, accusing.
Aurora grabbed Seraphina's shoulders, half to steady herself, half to physically stop her from saying anything else. "It's not what it looks like," she said quickly.
Liam's jaw clenched. "Really? Because it looks like he just crawled out of your bed, and your daughter is casually confirming it."
Aurora glared at Tim. "Say something."
Tim merely lifted a brow, clearly enjoying this way too much. He crouched down, meeting Seraphina's gaze. "To answer your question, princess," he said smoothly, "it was the best sleep I've had in years."
Aurora kicked his ankle.
Tim grunted, shooting her an amused look.
Liam's patience snapped. "What the hell is going on here?" His voice was low, dangerous.
