Chapter 81.

STACY.

Jason and I slip into the building unnoticed while Daniel and Kane create a diversion. The oppressive silence is only broken by the faint creak of old wooden floors beneath our feet while my heart pounds as I catch a whiff of Liam’s scent—faint but unmistakable. I grab Jason’s arm, my breath hitching.

“Jason, I smell him,” I whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of hope and fear. “This way.”

He nods silently, his eyes scanning the shadows as I lead the way. The scent grows stronger, guiding us down a dimly lit corridor until we stop in front of a door guarded by two hulking rogues. Their sneers and postures radiate menace.

Jason’s jaw tightens as he pulls me back gently. “Stay here. I’ll handle this.”

I grip his arm tighter, my eyes wide with anxiety. “Jason, be careful.”

He gives me a small, reassuring smile. “I will. Stay hidden.”

Before I can protest further, he steps out into the open, his movements calculated and deliberate. The rogues straighten, their eyes