KILLIAN’S POV
On my way to the North, following the bond that had surprisingly calmed down, my heart was beating fast, almost violently, like it was trying to break out of my chest. Something had changed. I didn’t know what exactly had happened, but I could feel her. I could feel Liana breathing heavily through the bond, it was steady, not panicked, not like earlier when I felt her fear grip my soul so hard it almost made me lose control while driving.
But now… now she was calm. She was alive. She was breathing. But I couldn’t reach her, no matter how much I tried to use the mind link. That part was still blocked. It was like she was somewhere between safety and danger, and the only thing I knew for sure was that I had to get to her. Fast.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Logan.
“I’ll send you an address,” I said the second he picked up.
“Killian? What the hell is going on? Why did you leave without saying a word? We were already heading into the council building!”
“Just get to the damn address, Logan,” I snapped. “Bring Steve. I don’t have time to explain. Just do it. Now.”
I didn’t wait for him to respond. I ended the call and hit send on the location. I knew Logan. He’d come.
I kept following the bond, letting it pull me like a leash on my soul, and before long, it led me to an old abandoned warehouse that looked like it had seen better decades. It was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by silence that felt wrong. I parked the car so fast the tires screeched against the gravel. I didn’t wait. I jumped out and ran to the entrance, my chest heaving, fists clenched.
The door was stiff. It wouldn’t budge at first, and that only fueled my panic. I growled and slammed my shoulder into it with more force. It flung open with a loud creak that echoed.
I stepped in, and the first thing I saw made my stomach twist.
Three huge men were scattered across the floor like trash, groaning, bloodied, and bruised beyond recognition. My eyes didn’t even stay on them for more than two seconds, because just a few feet from them, standing in the middle of it all, covered in blood, hair wild, face stained with tears and dirt, was my Liana.
“Baby…”
I rushed to her. I didn’t care how she looked or how much blood was on her. I pulled her into me, holding her like my life depended on it. My lips touched her cheeks, her forehead, her temple. I kissed every part I could reach, while my arms stayed locked around her like I was afraid she’d vanish if I let go.
“Baby, oh God… what happened? What the fuck happened?” I whispered, my voice shaking, because seeing her like that was breaking me. I felt like I had failed her.
Liana broke down in my arms. She clung to me, sobbing, shaking, like she’d been holding it in for too long.
“They almost raped me…” she cried out. “They were going to… they were going to kill me after. Killian, they were going to kill me. Cynthia… she told them to do it… she told them to rape me first…”
My blood boiled so fast I felt my whole body vibrate with rage. I gritted my teeth and held her tighter, burrying her head into my shoulder while I cursed every goddamn breath Cynthia had ever taken.
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“I’ve got you now,” I said softly, but my voice was shaking. “I swear, baby, I’ve got you. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”
Liana didn’t stop crying. She kept muttering over and over, “I thought I was going to die… I thought I’d never see Ryan again… or you… I just wanted to see you one more time… just once.”
“Don’t say that,” I said quickly, brushing her hair back with trembling fingers. “Don’t even say that, baby. You’re safe now, okay? I’m here. I’ll never let anyone fucking touch you again.”
She nodded, but her face was still buried in my chest, and I felt her tears soaking through my shirt. I could barely keep my own eyes dry.
“Take me out of here, please,” she whispered. “Please, Killian… take me home.”
That was all I needed to hear. I didn’t waste another second. I scooped her into my arms, bridal style, and walked straight out of that cursed place without even looking back at those pathetic excuses for men on the ground.
As I laid her gently in the car and shut the door, headlights beamed from behind and two familiar figures came rushing out of the vehicle.
Logan.
Steve.
“Good,” I said as they came closer.
“Killian, what the hell happened?” Logan said, but then he saw Liana through the window and his face changed.” Shit… what the fuck happened to her?!”
“I’ll explain later,” I said, my tone dark. “Right now, I need you to do something for me. Go in there, and deal with those bastards. Make sure they can still talk, though. I want information. And Logan…”
“Yeah?”
“Find Cynthia. I don’t care what it takes. Bring her to me alive.”
Logan opened his mouth like he wanted to ask more questions, but he saw the look in my eyes and stopped.
“Got it,” he said, already turning toward the warehouse.
I got into the car, started the engine, and sped off with Liana beside me. She was curled up in the seat, her arms wrapped around her chest, eyes closed and silent.
I looked at her, and I swore to myself, this would never happen again.
No one would ever touch her again.
Not while I was breathing.
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