Three days later and she had nothing. No plan of action, no more ‘gifts’ from Liam and no clue what to do next.Phoebe stared out at the window as Aidan drove them out to the meeting place, seeing but not really acknowledging the sights as she rubbed her still sore fingertip. They took a slightly different route than the one to the falls, driving onto the rougher roads sooner and staying on them longer.She and Aidan sat in the front seats while three other pack members, including River, squeezed in the smaller back seats. She briefly wondered if Aidan should consider getting a minivan if the pack always had to cram together in as few vehicles as possible. Then her mind drifted back to the inevitable: How to confront Liam. Her confidence barely existed, but she still knew what she had to do. She’d somehow get a message to him, turning herself over to his mercy. He’d enjoy that, and he’d take his time to savor it – time she could use against him.But how to do it and still keep enough of an advantage to take him down…She looked over at Aidan, who gave her a reassuring smile and then looked back to the road.
