Our eyes met, and for a moment, time stood still. The air seemed to vibrate with tension, memories, and unspoken words.
As he marched in my direction, I felt a flutter in my chest, a mix of surprise and curiosity. What was he really here, in his enemy's territory, looking for me?
"Jessica," he said, his voice low and smooth, sending chills down my spine.
I stood tall, my grip on my handbag tightening. "Liam." The sound of his name on my lips hung in the air, heavy with emotion.
What did he want? Why was he here? I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to speak, my heart pounding in anticipation.
"Come with me," he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative, leaving no room for argument.
I hesitated, my mind racing with questions. Where was he taking me? What did he want from me?
