LIANA
The house felt both suffocating and alluring at the same time. Ur had been hours—days maybe—since I was brought here, but every corner seemed drenched in power and mystery, like a labyrinth built to trap me. Now that I was clean, rested, and wearing clothes that didn’t reek of desperation, I could think clearer. Or so I thought.
I looked at myself in the full-length mirror of the grand bedroom. The white blouse and fitted dark pants hugged my frame perfectly, unfamiliar and strange, yet they didn’t belong to me. I didn’t belong here. Yet every time I glanced around, every time I thought of leaving, there was one tether that kept pulling me back.
Him.
Reed.
I tried not to think about him as I brushed my hair back, forcing my hands to stop trembling. But his face—his eyes—flashed
