I reached sixty-five in my head.
The car screeched toward us.
It was Liam’s.
Relief hit me like a damn slap to the chest. My knees almost buckled under Kayden’s grip. But he didn’t notice. He was still dragging his hand down my back, his fingers curling like he owned me.
Then—
The car swerved hard. Tires screamed. Headlights flashed like a warning shot.
Kayden froze.
“What the—”
“LIAM!” I screamed, my voice cracked and full of everything I couldn’t hold back.
The driver’s door flew open. Liam was out before the car even settled.
“Get your filthy hands off her!”
Kayden turned, but he wasn’t fast enough.
Liam tackled him hard—threw him off me.
I dropped to the ground, grabbing my torn top, clutching it to my chest, gasping like I’d been underwater for hours.
I heard the hits. O
