Before Lana could even form her next sentence, Liam grabbed her hand.
"Liam—?"
There was no time.
He didn't speak. He didn't explain. He didn't even look at her. His grip tightened as he pulled her with him, urgency in every step. Lana barely had time to slip her phone into her pocket as he led her down the hallway like a man possessed.
Each step echoed louder in Liam's ears than the last. The walls of the house seemed to close in on him as his system screamed silently in the back of his mind. Danger. Run. Danger. Run. The message still echoed, over and over like a siren.
They reached the last door at the end of the hallway—a door Liam had not opened in years.
It was thick, metallic, and cold, completely out of place in a normal home. On the side, hidden behind a wooden panel, was a small scanner. Liam lifted the panel and pressed his hand against it.
A soft blue light swept across his palm.
[Identifying… Identity Confirmed: Liam Carter]
