**When Night Grows Softer Hope Returns To Lead Us by Asa Rowan Finn**
Liam strolled into the shop not long after, his presence instantly recognizable. He approached the counter and ordered a steaming cup of coffee, his usual charm evident but overshadowed by an unusual seriousness. After receiving his drink, he settled himself at a table positioned near the front of the store, his gaze occasionally drifting to the entrance as if he were waiting for someone. Sophie returned to her tasks, feeling the familiar rhythm of the afternoon wash over her. As the minutes ticked by, the shop began to fill with the sounds of chatter and clinking cups, but Sophie felt a tug of curiosity about Liam.
When her shift finally came to a close, she was taken aback to find Liam still there, absorbed in whatever was happening on his phone. “Liam, I had no idea you were still here. What’s keeping you so busy?” she inquired, her tone light but laced with genuine curiosity.
He looked up, a smile gracing his lips, though it lacked the usual playfulness. “I just can’t get enough of you, darling,” he replied, his voice dripping with that familiar teasing lilt. Sophie shook her head, rolling her eyes in mock exasperation. He was such a character, always full of playful banter.
As she turned to leave, Liam’s voice halted her. “What are you doing?” he asked, standing up now, his demeanor shifting to something more serious.
“I’m done for the day,” she replied, a hint of confusion creeping into her voice.
“Oh,” he said, his brow furrowing slightly. “I lost track of time.” He stepped outside ahead of her, and as they emerged into the evening air, Sophie’s attention was immediately drawn to two imposing figures standing by a sleek Land Rover. A sense of recognition washed over her as she realized they were connected to Liam. This was confirmed when he approached them, engaging in conversation.
Sophie couldn’t help but marvel at the men in this town; they all seemed to possess an almost mythical charm, muscular and handsome. Yet, in her mind, none could compare to Torin—he was in a league of his own.
“Liam, who are these guys?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.
Liam gestured toward them with a casual wave. “Sophie, this is Kyle and Levi,” he introduced, pointing to each of them in turn.
Kyle stepped forward, a broad grin illuminating his face. “Nice to meet you, Sophie,” he said, extending a hand which she shook, feeling the warmth of his grip.
Levi, not to be outdone, offered his hand next. But as Sophie placed her hand in his, a sudden flash of light erupted in front of her, causing her to jerk back instinctively. She caught a glimpse of confusion etched on his features.
“You okay, Sophie?” Liam asked, concern threading through his voice.
She nodded, though a swirl of uncertainty churned within her. That same strange phenomenon had occurred when she had shaken Liam’s hand, but she hesitated to voice her thoughts. It was baffling—why did it happen with Liam and Levi but not with Torin or Kyle? She hadn’t yet shaken Max’s hand; perhaps she should try that soon to see if the same thing occurred.
“Let’s get going,” Liam said, ushering her toward the back seat of the vehicle. He closed the door with a soft click, and Sophie felt a twinge of unease as Levi slid behind the wheel, while Kyle took the front passenger seat. Liam joined her in the back, the atmosphere thick with unspoken tension as Levi pulled away from the curb.
As they drove, Sophie felt an unsettling knot tighten in her stomach. After a few turns, she suddenly realized, “Wait, this isn’t the right way,” she exclaimed, her voice rising in alarm.
The two men in the front seat continued their conversation, seemingly oblivious to her distress. She turned to Liam, urgency lacing her words. “Liam, I need to go to Hope House,” she insisted, her heart racing.
Liam turned to her, shaking his head slowly. “Torin’s orders,” he stated matter-of-factly, as if that single phrase could quell her rising panic.
Stunned, Sophie blinked in disbelief. “Excuse me?” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Sophie, please,” he said, his tone softening, but she felt her frustration boiling over.

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