A machine where your heart once was
Slowly takes the place of you
Slowly takes the place of you
Anju's disapproval was a swift reminder of why Liam was a soldier - not a leader - and he instinctively bows his head to accept her disagreement. Fortunately, none of this was his concern. He had never aspired to be anything more than what he was, and he'd been a damned good Dragoon. He was content with that. "To be fair, I don't think he approached Phoebe directly," reported Liam. "I ran into him and he discussed it with me. I brought it to Phoebe."
As Anju began to sit, Liam's brows snapped together and he leaned forward, torn between helping her up and chastising her for her attempts at movement. She was, in many ways, still his ranking officer, and it went against every instinct he had to tell her she shouldn't do something - even if, in this particular instance, he was sure he was right. "You need rest," he said gently. "You'll do no one any good if you leave in this condition."
As Anju began to sit, Liam's brows snapped together and he leaned forward, torn between helping her up and chastising her for her attempts at movement. She was, in many ways, still his ranking officer, and it went against every instinct he had to tell her she shouldn't do something - even if, in this particular instance, he was sure he was right. "You need rest," he said gently. "You'll do no one any good if you leave in this condition."
Only hold the memories now
Of a love I thought I knew
Of a love I thought I knew
Liam
