Liam watched helplessly as the rusted blade descended toward his neck. His body screamed in agony. Every bone felt cracked, every muscle torn. He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. But when that blade glinted in the factory light, when he felt death mere inches away—something inside him snapped.
"NO!"
He screamed at the top of his lungs, pure willpower tearing through his pain. With a desperate roar, Liam raised his hand. The motion was slow, trembling, broken—but it was enough.
Just as the blade neared his face, Liam felt something else.
Heat.
An intense, blistering heat.
His instincts screamed, and he pushed himself back with the last ounce of strength he had.
BOOM!
A fireball slammed into Dimitri's chest with a thunderous impact. The force of it sent the massive man flying backward, smoke trailing from his scorched torso. The blade clanged to the ground with a metallic thud.
Liam gasped, blinking through the haze. He looked up, chest heaving.
That's when he saw her.
