SASHA'S POV
The phone felt like a block of ice in my hand. I stared at the screen, at the number Daniel had forced me to call. It wasn’t my number that showed on Liam’s phone. It was something else, scrambled, and the voice modulator app made my words sound like a machine’s. Cold. Empty.
“Come to the waterfront warehouse. In two hours. Alone.”
Daniel had written the script. I had recited it. Liam’s response had been quick, a sharp “Who is this?” followed by a strained silence when my robotic reply gave nothing away. Then he agreed. Of course he agreed. Since it involves the where about of love and Liam's mother.
I put the phone down on the dusty concrete floor of the warehouse. Daniel’s men had set everything up hours ago. Small cameras were hidden in the corners, behind rusted metal
