Liana’s fury

_Liana’s POV_

Blood.

That was the first thing I smelled when I yanked the door open and stormed inside. Copper, sharp, and heavy in the air. The second thing I saw was Nico, pacing like a caged animal, his shirt torn and blood running down the side of his face. Matteo was slumped on a chair, half-conscious, while Luca leaned against the wall with his jaw clenched, his knuckles scraped raw.

And the third thing I saw—the thing that made my chest split wide open—was the empty space where Amelie should have been.

I froze for half a heartbeat. Just half. Then rage came barreling through me like wildfire.

So she really wasn’t here.

I had prayed it was some sort of false information, but my prayer had clearly not been answered.

“You idiots.” The words ripped from my throat before I could stop them. “You absolute idiots.”

Nico froze mid-step. Matteo groaned softly but didn’t lift his head. Luca didn’t even flinch.

I dropped the medical bag onto the floor hard enough that vials rattled insid