Liam’s arms tightened slightly around me. His jaw clenched, and that smile from moments ago faded in an instant. I noticed the sudden shift in his eyes—sharp, focused… worried.
“Liam?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He didn’t respond right away. His eyes were distant—mindlinking. Something was wrong. I could feel it.
He took a deep breath, then looked at me with a grave expression.
“There’s a fire,” he said. “In the outer villages. It’s spreading fast.”
My heart dropped.
Dante was already on his feet before Liam could finish. His carefree mood replaced with fierce determination.
“I’m coming with you,” Dante said, already pulling his jacket on.
Caleb clung to me, sensing the tension, and I held him.
"I'm coming with you," I said firmly, grabbing my jacket.
"No, Olivia.
