"You're wasting your time," Avery said, glaring at Liam as the rogues pushed her into the cold, dimly lit room. The damp air clung to her skin, but she refused to show any sign of weakness.
Liam leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, his smirk sharp as ever. "Am I? Or are you simply too stubborn to see the opportunity I'm offering?"
Avery turned away, her voice steady. "There's nothing you can say that will make me betray Ethan. Or the pack."
Liam chuckled, low and mocking. "Betray?" he repeated. "Is that what you think this is? I'm not asking you to turn against anyone. I'm offering you a chance to save them."
*"Save them?" she shot back, her voice thick with disbelief. "From what? From you?"*
