When Gwen opened her eyes, the room felt blurry and strange. Her wrists hurt. She tried to move, but something pulled her back. Her hands, tied tightly to the bedpost.
Confusion washed over her face. “Liam…?” she whispered weakly, her throat dry.
A moment later, the door opened, and Liam stepped in with a calm smile. “Yes, baby, I’m here,” he said softly, walking closer.
“What happened? Why did you tie me up?” she asked, her voice trembling.
He tilted his head, pretending to look hurt. “You don’t remember?”
“Remember what?” she asked again, her eyebrows furrowing.
Liam cleared his throat, hiding the smirk threatening to rise. His plan had worked, the drug had done its job.
“You were trying to hurt yourself, Gwen,” he lied easily, stroking her cheek with fake concern. “I had to tie y
