Isla’s heart raced as she processed Liam’s last words. “What the hell? How dare you!” she shouted, her voice echoing in the small room. The warmth that had enveloped her moments ago was replaced by a chilling realization. The man hovering above her, with his intense gaze and confident demeanor, was not the Liam she knew.
Liam’s expression shifted, a dark shadow crossing his features. “I’m done with you acting innocent and like a damsel in distress,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “Now, I’m going to take you against your will.”
Isla’s breath caught in her throat as he reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek. The touch was icy, sending a shiver down her spine, as if she had touched the poles of the Arctic Circle. This wasn’t the warmth she had felt before; this was something else entirely.
“No,” she whispered, shaking her head in disbelief. “This isn’t you, Liam. You would never hurt me.”
But as she looked into his eyes, she saw something dark and predatory lurking ben
