under his control
Not yet.
Because she had betrayed me, and I still loved her. And that was the most dangerous truth of all.
As the sun began to set, I sat up and looked toward the trees. There was movement there, a faint glimmer of metal, half-buried under vines. I walked closer, and my breath caught.
A bunker.
Ava joined me, confusion etched on her face.
“Liam,” she whispered, eyes wide. “That symbol… It’s hers.”
Carved into the steel door was the insignia of Victoria’s empire.