All Chapters of Puck Me, One More Time: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Prince Ken's POVWe had been running long enough that my lungs had developed some pains already because as much as I could remember that I haven't ran this distance all my life.Liam moved through this terrain the way he moved through everything — like it had been built specifically for him, like he had a mental map of every turn and dip and shortcut and was simply executing it. He pulled me around a bend I would never have found on my own, down a narrow path between two lines of tall grass that opened into a lower section of the cove that was completely invisible from the route we had come from.We stopped.Both of us. Against the tall grass, breathing so hard.At this point, I could not hear footsteps anymore.Liam's chest was rising and falling fast, his eyes tracking the direction we had come from, listening. I was doing the same, pressed against the grass beside him, and for about thirty seconds neither of us said anything because both of us were too busy determining whether the

Liam's POVI looked at Eric and his crew standing in that path with their batons and their numbers. Not only that but also their confidence was really out of this world which really needed to be studied, and I felt something settle in me that was not anger exactly. Let's say, it was something calmer than anger in the specific quiet that arrived right before something was about to happen that I had done enough times to stop being nervous about."Honestly," I said, keeping my face straight and my voice even, "I have been wanting to put you fuckers into the ground for ages." I held his eyes for that second "Now you made the opportunity available and that's a plus to me as much as I am concerned." I took one step forward. "So let's go.""Bring it on." Eric twisted the baton in his hand in one rotation, practiced in the kind of movement which was meant to look intimidating — and then swung it toward me.I kicked right away.The side of my foot connected with his forearm at exactly the poin

Liam's POV.After a while, Ken reached into the first aid box again and pulled out a bandage roll … and started working it around my arm at the affected area with the focused patience of someone who had decided this was going to be done properly.I watched him through all the process of that.You know, that quiet and complete attention that shut everything else out. It was just the same way one had been abducted to read in tutoring sessions. The same way he held eye contact when he said something he actually meant. The thing is that there was a version of Ken Blair that the world got …. I mean the polished one, the composed one, the one that arrived in limousines and shook hands for cameras … and then there was this other version right here. The one that sat on the edge of a couch in a house that was nothing like a palace and wrapped someone's arm like it was the most important thing happening anywhere.I preferred this version considerably, although trying to place all of it seemed k

Liam's POVWe stood up and moved real fast.Both of us got off the couch in the same motion … the specific urgency of two people who understood that the situation on the other side of that door was not going to get better the longer it was kept waiting. I had my shirt on in seconds. Ken was already working his buttons, the same ones that had come undone not long ago, and neither of us said anything because there was nothing useful to say and we were both working against the same clock.The ties were the casualty at this point as we still had them loosened individually when the knock came another time, making it the third time if I am not mistaken … not louder though, just more present. It was more like the knock of someone extending a final courtesy before moving past it … and I straightened mine as best I could in the three steps between the couch and the door, which was not enough steps to do it properly.Ken was right behind me as I crossed the room.Through the frosted glass panel

Liam's POVThe police station had the particular smell of places that dealt in bad news … antiseptic, old air and the specific staleness of a building that never fully emptied out. I had been in the holding area for longer than I had expected, long enough that the initial adrenaline of being arrested had settled into something quieter and considerably less comfortable.By the time the officer came to tell me I had been released and could go, I had been sitting with my thoughts for a while, which had not been a peaceful experience.I walked down the corridor toward the exit with the specific feeling of someone who had had enough of a building and wanted to be outside of it. The front desk officer pointed me toward the parking area when I asked where my ride was waiting, and I pushed through the main door and into the evening air.It was cooler outside than it had been before all of this started, which felt appropriate.I scanned the parking area and found the car on the second pass … n