Mia sat on the edge of the motel bed, staring at the cheap, flickering light above. The warmth of Liam’s touch still lingered on her skin, but reality was sinking in fast. This moment—this fragile peace—wouldn’t last.
Liam stood near the window, peeking through the curtains. His jaw was clenched, his muscles tense. He wasn’t just protecting her; he was preparing for war.
“We can’t stay here long,” he said, his voice low. “Adrian’s men will be looking for us.”
Mia swallowed. “So, what do we do?”
Liam turned to her, his eyes dark with determination. “We stop running.”
A shiver ran through her. She knew what that meant. Confrontation.
She exhaled, steadying herself. “How? Adrian owns half the city. He has eyes everywhere.”
Liam crossed the room and crouched in front of her, his hands r
