"Avery," the harsh whisper cut through the silence of the dim prison cell, "you think you're special just because Liam keeps you alive?"
Avery's eyes narrowed as she looked up from where she sat against the cold, stone wall. The man standing in front of her was one of Liam's loyal guards, a towering figure with a sneer that never seemed to leave his face. She had seen him lurking, watching her with a growing resentment.
"What do you want?" Avery's voice was steady, though exhaustion weighed heavily on her. Days of captivity had taken a toll, but her spirit remained unbroken.
"I'm tired of watching you act like you're something you're not," he sneered. "You're just a threat Liam's keeping around. You've got no place here, no one who cares if you disappear."
Avery's heart skipped, but she didn't show it. "And you think you're any better? Just another one of Liam's lackeys."
