Mia's POVThe faint sound of footsteps reached my ears long before the door opened. I pressed myself against the wall, my heart pounding as I prepared to confront whoever walked through.When the door creaked open, it wasn’t Dylan or Scarlet. It was a man I didn’t recognize—tall, lean, with sharp features and an air of confidence that set my nerves on edge.“Who the hell are you?” I demanded, my voice steadier than I felt.He stepped into the room, his movements deliberate. His dark eyes swept over me, assessing, calculating.“Name’s Liam,” he said casually, as if we were meeting over coffee instead of in a grim, locked room. “I’m here to help.”I snorted, crossing my arms. “Help? That’s rich. Let me guess—Dylan sent you to play good cop?”Liam chuckled, the sound low and surprisingly genuine. “Dylan doesn’t know I’m here, sweetheart. And trust me, he wouldn’t approve.”“Why should I believe you?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.He shrugged, leaning against the doorframe. “You don’t have
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