Colin’s POV
The room was silent as we, the sniffing team, moved cautiously through Liliana’s room. My heart pounded in my chest, each thump resonating with the gravity of the situation. We couldn’t afford to miss anything. Liliana’s safety depended on us, and the stakes had never been higher.
As I scanned the room, my eyes caught the first sign of a struggle: a streak of blood on the corner of the overturned bed. The metallic scent was faint but unmistakable, and it sent a chill down my spine. We hadn’t expected to find blood, but there it was, a dark reminder of the violence that had taken place here.
“Blood,” one of the guards whispered, echoing my thoughts. We all exchanged glances, the tension in the room thickening.
Carefully, I moved closer to the bed, and that’s when I noticed s
