It took all he had not to shake the girl. He didn't need this now. "I did not cheat on her," he growled. "Now, where is she?"
Kathleen glowered at him, her arms folded over her chest, and her mouth compressed in a severe line. "What's going on?" Mike asked happily as he appeared beside Kathleen.
"Your friend's a lying bastard!" Kathleen snapped.
Mike's mouth dropped as he looked at Liam. Liam was fighting every impulse he had to grab hold of Kathleen and shake the answer out of her. Instead, he fisted his hands and took a deep breath to control the growing fury inside of him. "Where is she?" he ground out.
"Who?" Mike asked.
"Sera."
"She just went out the door."
"Thank you."
Kathleen moved to block him. "Leave her alone!"
Liam glared at her but she refused to back down. "Kathleen, get out of my way."
"No, you've upset her enough, now leave her be."
"What is going on?" Mike demanded.
"He," Kathleen said, thrusting an outraged finger at Liam, "slept with Michelle."
Mike winced as he cast Liam an apologetic glance. "How'd she find out?" he asked.
"You knew?" Kathleen cried, whirling on him.
Liam swiftly moved past her while she was distracted. He hurried through the mess of labyrinths that had been erected for the haunted house, becoming increasingly agitated with every step he took. He would like nothing more than to rip Michelle's throat out. But, he was angrier at himself than he was with her. He should have told Sera. He never should have let her find out like this, but his concern over losing her had kept him from telling her.
He made his way to the first floor, and stopped. Sera hadn't gone outside. The eerie music that played when the door opened hadn't gone off. He froze to listen, but he heard no footsteps or sounds of movement. He headed back up the stairs, knowing that if she had made her way down, she would have left. He went a different way through the maze, and back up to the second floor. He rounded a corner, stepping into one of the scenes set up between two bedrooms.
All that was left was a large table, and two dining room chairs. Sera was sitting in one of the chairs, her head resting in her hands. "Sera..."
"Go away, please."
"Sera..."
She dropped her hands to look at him, her eyes were wet with tears but her jaw was set. "Go away Liam, now."
"I have to talk to you."
"No. You could have talked to me before, and you didn't. Now, I don't want to talk to you."
"Sera just let me explain."
"You've had your chance to explain," she replied icily. "You chose not to. You chose to have me think that one of my best friends suddenly hated me for no reason. You could have told me. You made your choice, now I've made mine. Go away."
Liam made his way cautiously into the room. He knew that if he moved too fast she would bolt out of the room. "Would you have had anything to do with me if I had told you?"
She bit into her bottom lip as a tear streaked down her cheek "Yes," she whispered.
"You would have kept talking to me if I had told you that I got drunk, slept with your best friend, and left without even saying goodbye? You would have thought I was a piece of shit, and you wouldn't have said one word to me."
A few more tears slipped free as she realized just how easy walking away from Michelle had been for him. He hadn't cared about her at all; he had just used her, and left her. Sera's heart was breaking as she began to realize that she didn't know him as well as she had thought. She had known that there were other girls in his past, but she hadn't thought that he could discard them so easily. As if they were nothing.
"Lying was much better though," she whispered.
