Nora’s POV
“Who is dying this time around?” I pondered, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Just then, my mind trailed to Liam.
“Liam” I muttered underneath my breath, my breath hitched in my throat as I ravaged through my bag and got a hold of my phone.
With fear of the unknown gripping my heart tightly, I dialed Liam’s line, wanting to ensure he was fine, but he didn't pick.
I called him repeatedly, but he still didn't pick up and that got me more terrified. Realizing he might be the one being held captive in the Judgement room, I dropped my bag and took to my heels - running to the execution room as if my life depended on it.
I immediately forgot the pain I was feeling and all that was on my mind at that moment was to ensure Liam was okay.
I was terrified at the thought that
