The motel room was small, dimly lit, and smelled faintly of cheap air freshener. But to Mia, it felt like a sanctuary—a temporary escape from Adrian’s grasp.
Liam locked the door behind them, double-checking it before turning to face her. “We should be safe here for the night.”
Mia dropped onto the edge of the bed, her hands still trembling. The adrenaline from the chase hadn’t worn off. Neither had the fear.
Liam knelt in front of her, his gaze searching hers. “Mia…” His voice was softer now. “Are you hurt?”
She shook her head. “No. Just… shaken.”
His jaw tightened, and she saw the war raging inside him—the urge to protect her, to fix this, to hurt Adrian for everything he had done.
She reached out before she could stop herself, her fingers brushing against his. “Liam…”
He let out
