Nathaniel
I woke to the gentle press of lips trailing down my spine, warm and familiar. A sleepy smile curved on my lips as I stirred, rolling over slightly to meet Liam’s soft brown eyes.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” I murmured with a lazy grin.
“Good morning, Nate,” Liam replied, his voice a warm rasp that sent a pleasant shiver through me.
I leaned in, ready to press a kiss to his lips, when an urgent link tore through my mind like a thunderclap.
Nathaniel! Come downstairs now! Grace’s voice was sharp, panic and urgency slicing through the link.
I bolted upright, my body moving on instinct as adrenaline surged through me. “We need to hurry,” I said, already reaching for the clothes scattered on the floor. Liam sat up, startled but quick to follow suit.
“What’s happening?” he asked
