Skylar's POV
I woke up in an unfamiliar room, feeling a sense of security that contradicted my surroundings. The door opened, revealing Liam carrying a tray filled with food. My stomach growled just in time for him to witness it.
"Good morning, Sky. How're you feeling?" Liam asked.
"Hungry," I replied as I eyed the tray. He handed it to me, and I eagerly indulged in the food while he observed.
"Do you want some?" I offered.
"No, I'm okay," he replied.
"Then why are you looking at me like that? Stop, it's weird, and I don't like it," I whined.
After devouring the meal, I posed the question that lingered in all our minds. "Where are we?"
"We are on unmarked territory, occupied by the rogues," Liam explained.
"Where are the others?" I inquired.
"They're downstairs or in their rooms, worried sick about you," he replied.
