Chapter 70

Liana’s POV

When I entered, I gasped in shock, my entire body freezing as I took in the sight before me. The warehouse looked just like I remembered it, dark, musty, cold but what made me lose my breath wasn’t the place. It was the scene right in front of me.

All four of them.

Tied.

Their arms stretched out above their heads, wrists bound so tightly the ropes had carved deep red lines into their skin. Their bodies were suspended in the air, feet barely touching the ground. Beaten. Bloodied. Hanging like slabs of meat waiting to be discarded.

Even Cynthia was among them.

“Killian…” I gasped, my voice barely escaping my throat as I turned to look at him.

He didn’t say anything right away. He just wrapped his arm around my waist, his eyes locked on mine. There was no smile on his face, just a calm, dangerous expression.

“I asked you what you’d do if you ever saw Cynthia again,” he said, his voice low, firm, and steady. “And you sai