Liam pov The metallic clang of the cell door echoed through the hollow corridors, each strike of steel against steel vibrating through Liam’s skull like a war drum. His pulse thundered, matching the rhythm of his father’s ragged breathing beside him. The stench of blood and decay hung thick, but beneath it, there was something else burning, alive. A fuse had been lit somewhere in this cursed place, and time was slipping fast. “Liam,” his father rasped, voice barely more than a whisper. “She’s not gone yet. You can still save her.” Liam knelt beside him, his hands trembling. The man before him was a shadow of the ruthless businessman he’d once been, eyes hollow, hair streaked with gray, body trembling from years of captivity. But in those eyes, even through the fog of pain, there was fire. “I’m not leaving you here,” Liam said, voice thick with conviction. “We’re both walking out.” His father gave a ghost of a smile. “You always had your mother’s stubborn heart.” His hand, weak b
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