The sound of tires crunching over gravel echoed softly as Liam drove the Cullinan into the factory compound. Dickson had been dropped off at his place earlier, and Liam had taken the wheel for the rest of the way.
He pulled the car into the side lot and killed the engine. Silence reclaimed the air as he stepped out. The cold was biting, but he ignored it, walking calmly through the rusted side entrance into the factory.
Inside, everything was still and dimly lit. His eyes scanned the wide space and landed on the couch. Vanessa lay there, curled up, sleeping peacefully beneath the blanket he had covered her with. Her long hair was spread across the pillow.
