Liam's POV
A loud bang echoed through the front door as it was kicked open. I jolted upright in bed, completely naked, only to see three unfamiliar men storm into the room.
"What the hell is happening?" I demanded, scrambling to cover myself. But before I could process anything, they grabbed me—roughly, like I was some kind of prisoner or animal.
Following behind them was another man. His hair was silver, flowing like molten light, and his face was striking—handsome in a cold, commanding way. There was an intensity to his presence, an aura that screamed power. But I had no idea who he was, or what I had done to deserve this.
"Can someone tell me what's going on?" I shouted, struggling against the iron grip of the men holding me. But no matter how hard I fought, I couldn't break free.
"I'll give you a moment of grace," the silver-haired man said calmly, his eyes flicking pointedly to my exposed body. "Put something on. I won't have this conversation with you looking like that."
