Pure and utter terror must have been evident on my face.
Liam.
Liam f*****g Keenan was standing right in front of me, staring at me like he expected to find me bound to this chair, like he wasn’t even surprised. Seven years. I hadn’t seen him in person for seven years, though his face had haunted my memories, though his name had lingered like an old wound that never quite healed.
But he wasn’t just a guy anymore. He had grown into a man.
“Liam?” My voice came out in a whisper, hoarse with disbelief. My heart pounded, adrenaline making my fingers twitch against the rough ropes binding them. “What’s going on? Let me go,” I demanded, my voice growing stronger as the panic solidified into something colder, something sharper.
He only shook his head, a slow, patronizing motion, as if I was
