Chapter 119 The Final Betrayal

• My pulse thumping in my chest, I find myself in the midst of the poorly lighted room among tense air. Liam's gun's weight on my skin serves as a continual reminder of my helplessness and of how much the previous few minutes have changed everything. Though my body shakes, my intellect keeps me from breaking down. Not presently.
• I can't seem to get Liam's remarks out of my brain clear-cut. "See as I pick everything from you."
• I refuse to look at him, refuse to let him know my anxiety, but it is difficult to deny the terrible truth of the circumstances. His caustic, relentless demeanor has rocked me more than I could have imagined.