~LIAM.
The moment the door burst open, I was already moving. My heart pounded, my pulse surging before I even fully processed what I was seeing.
Scarlett stood there in nothing but a matching pink bra and panties, trembling, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if holding herself together. Silent tears streaked down her face.
But she wasn't screaming. She wasn't calling for help.
She was just… crying.
Dread curled around my spine. My pulse hammered as I crossed the space between us. "Scarlett," I rasped. "What the f**k happened?"
She didn't answer. Didn't even look at me.
Just sobbed.
My hands hovered over her, unsure whether to touch her, shake her—do something, anything—to snap her out of it. But I knew better. So instead, I forced myself to take a breath and scanned the ro
