The heavy velvet drapes did little to muffle the sounds of my own ragged sobs. My breath hitched in my chest, a cold, constricting knot of terror.
The mansion, usually a symbol of power and security now felt like a cage. Liam… my Liam… gone. Kidnapped. By who? I don't know
The thought clawed at my insides, leaving raw, bleeding wounds.
Ethan sat opposite me, his usually sharp features softened with a strange, unfamiliar concern. Or was it guilt?
Dean stood rigid near a marble pillar, his usual arrogance replaced by a simmering tension. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, broken only by the erratic rhythm of my own weeping.
"Who?" Dean’s voice cut through the silence, low and gravelly. "Who would do this?"
I shook my head, the dark curls escaping their braid, framing a face
