Lucas said coldly, confidence radiating from every word. Without waiting for an answer, he stepped forward, deliberate and unwavering, ready to take the risk to save Liv.
Briella followed close behind, her heart pounding. The night was silent, only the whisper of the wind and the trickling river breaking the stillness. But the tension inside the old shack was heavier than the darkness outside. Every possibility, every danger, lingered, and they both knew that one wrong move could cost Liv her life.
Sure enough, Lucas moved like a shadow, silent, precise, lethal.
One after another, the men inside the shack collapsed under his strikes. None of them had time to scream or react. Even the one who tried to sprint toward the back door barely took two steps before Lucas caught him by the collar and slammed him into the wall hard enough to knock the breath out of him.
And then silence.
Only the sound of Liv's uneven breathing filled the worn wooden room.
