Ava’s Point Of ViewLiam’s shout is the last thing I hear before a rough hand clamps over my mouth, cutting off my scream. Fingers dig into my cheeks, forcing my jaw shut as I’m yanked backward into the shadows. My heel scrapes across crushed glass; my shoulder hits a hidden panel in the wall, and it swings open with a low groan.A hidden hallway.A place someone prepared long before tonight.I try to twist away, but the man behind me is stronger. He shoves me deeper into the narrow passage, his palm sealing my mouth so tightly I taste dust and the salt of my own fear. The air in the hallway is stale, choking, and as I stumble forward, my nails drag along the rough wall, scraping skin from my fingertips. The sound is sharp and helpless.Liam’s voice roars my name again, furious, terrified, echoing through the house.My heart punches at my ribs. “Liam—” I try to scream into the man’s hand, but it comes out muffled, swallowed.“Don’t fight,” he growls in my ear, his breath sour against
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