The two of them stepped into the room together.
Tatiana moved first, turning back to close the door behind them. The soft click of the lock settling into place echoed lightly in the quiet space. For a brief mont the outside world disappeared completely, leaving only the two of them inside the room.
It was a standard luxury room on the surface. Clean bed, soft lighting, a small table by the side, a couch pushed neatly against the wall, and a chair placed near the corner. Everything looked normal, calm, almost too calm for what they were about to plan.
Liam walked forward without saying anything, stopping right at the center of the room.
Tatiana watched him.
There was sothing about his posture that changed. He was no longer the relaxed man who had been casually driving a Lamborghini a few minutes ago. There was a sharp focus in his eyes now.
Then it happened.
[Ding]
The sound echoed clearly in his head.
"Scan for any sign of cara or hearing device," Liam said calmly to his system.
In the next second, his vision changed.
The entire world around him shifted.
Everything turned green.
Not just a simple color change, but sothing deeper, more detailed. The walls, the furniture, even the air itself seed to break apart into layers of information. Lines, grids, and faint glowing outlines appeared across every surface.
It was like reality had been stripped down to its structure.
Liam could see through the walls.
He could see the wiring running behind them, the tal supports inside the structure, the faint traces of electrical currents moving through hidden circuits. Every object in the room carried a signature, a pattern, sothing that his system analyzed instantly.
Numbers flickered briefly across his vision.
Data streams.
asurents.
Energy readings.
Every possible hiding spot for a cara or listening device was checked in seconds. The corners of the ceiling, inside the light fixtures, beneath the table, behind the mirror, even within the walls themselves.
Nothing escaped the scan.
For a mont the world existed as pure information.
Then just as quickly as it started, it ended.
The green overlay faded.
The room returned to normal.
[Ding]
[No device found.]
Liam nodded once.
Satisfied.
He turned his head toward Tatiana.
She was standing near the door, watching him with a slightly confused expression. She had no idea what he had just done or why he had been standing there like that for a few seconds.
But surprisingly, she did not ask.
Not this ti.
She had already seen too many strange things since eting him. At this point, adding one more mystery to the list did not feel worth the effort of questioning.
Liam towards her and dropped the bag onto the floor.
Then he crouched down and unzipped it slowly.
Tatiana’s eyes followed his movents.
At first she thought it would just be clothes or sothing simple.
But then Liam reached inside and began pulling things out one by one.
A coil of rope.
Tatiana’s brows pulled together slightly.
Then ca a bag of IV fluid.
Her expression shifted.
A syringe followed next.
Now her eyes narrowed.
And finally, Liam pulled out a small glass bottle filled with a liquid she could not identify.
She stared at it for a mont.
"What are you planning, Liam?"
Her voice was calm but there was a clear edge behind it now.
Liam looked up at her.
Then he smiled.
Not playful.
Not teasing.
Just calm.
"I changed my mind about our plan earlier," he said.
Tatiana frowned slightly.
"Changed your mind?"
He nodded.
"So I made adjustnts."
"Adjustnts?" she repeated slowly.
Liam stood up and glanced around the room.
His eyes landed on the chair in the corner.
He walked over to it and dragged it toward the center of the room. The legs scraped lightly against the floor as he positioned it exactly where he wanted.
Then he picked up the rope.
While he worked, he continued speaking.
"We are not breaking him out of here again," he said calmly.
Tatiana’s eyes widened slightly.
Liam began wrapping the rope around the arms of the chair, pulling it tight and securing it in place with precise movents.
"We are going to interrogate him here," he continued.
"In this room."
Tatiana stared at him.
For a mont she could not even respond.
Her mind tried to catch up with what he was saying but the idea itself sounded insane.
"In this room?" she repeated.
She stepped closer.
"How are we supposed to get him here?"
Her voice carried disbelief.
"But that’s not even the biggest problem."
She shook her head slightly.
"How are we going to make him talk without torture?"
Her eyes locked onto Liam.
"And torture cos with screaming."
The implication was clear.
They were inside a building filled with dangerous people. One wrong move, one loud noise, and everything would collapse on them.
Liam finished tying the rope and straightened up.
Then he turned to face her.
"And this," he said calmly, "is where you co in."
Tatiana blinked.
"?"
"Yes."
She frowned.
"How?"
Liam walked toward her slowly.
Then he began to explain.
"I checked into their system," he said.
Tatiana’s expression shifted again.
Of course he did.
"I found a pattern," he continued.
He stopped a few steps away from her.
"Every gathering like this..."
His voice lowered slightly.
"Draco finds himself a woman."
Tatiana’s eyes narrowed.
Liam held her gaze.
"And he locks himself in with her for about an hour."
Tatiana’s face tightened imdiately.
A deep frown ford as her expression shifted into pure disgust, her brows pulling together sharply as if she had just been insulted.
"Liam, boo," she said, shaking her head hard, "I’m not doing that."
Her tone was firm.
"I’m not having sex with him."
There was no hesitation in her voice, no room for negotiation.
"I didn’t keep myself untouched all my life just to end up losing my body to soone like him."
For a brief second, Liam froze.
The words hit him in a way he didn’t expect.
First ca the shock.
Then the realization settled in.
She had never been with anyone.
Not once.
His eyes widened slightly before he quickly stood up and stepped toward her.
Tatiana reacted instantly.
She took a step back without thinking, her body hitting the wall behind her. The movent was fast, instinctive, like she was preparing to defend herself if she needed to.
Liam stopped imdiately, raising both hands slightly.
"No no no," he said quickly. "I’m not crazy."
His voice was firm but calm, trying to cut through the tension that had suddenly filled the room.
"I’m not having you sleep with soone. Fuck no."
Tatiana stared at him, her chest rising slightly as she waited for him to continue.
"What I need you to do," Liam said, slowing his tone down, "is find a way to get him into this room."
He pointed lightly toward the chair tied with rope.
"And then I take it from there."
Tatiana’s eyes searched his face.
She was still tense.
Still unsure.
"What if you don’t show up?" she asked.
The question ca out quietly but it carried weight.
Liam didn’t hesitate.
"You’re a werewolf," he said.
His tone was steady.
"Kill him if he tries touching you inappropriately."
Tatiana’s jaw tightened slightly.
"And what if he has powers?" she asked again. "What if he’s strong?"
There was a brief pause.
Liam stepped closer, but this ti slower.
Careful.
"Trust ," he said.
His voice dropped slightly, more serious now.
"I will be here when you enter with him."
Sothing in the way he said it made her hesitate.
Tatiana held his gaze for a few seconds.
Then slowly, she nodded.
"Okay."
The word ca out softer this ti.
She exhaled quietly.
"Then what about plan two?"
A small hint of curiosity slipped back into her tone.
Liam smiled.
That sa calm, confident smile.
"It will be better when you see it," he said.
"I don’t want to spoil the fun."
Tatiana sighed lightly.
Of course he wouldn’t explain everything.
She turned away from him and walked toward the mirror in the room.
Standing in front of it, she looked at her reflection.
The black gown hugged her body perfectly, the subtle red accents catching the light. Her red hair frad her face and fell down her back in soft waves. She looked composed on the outside, but her eyes told a different story.
There was tension there.
Uncertainty.
Thoughts moving too fast to settle.
Liam stepped closer behind her.
He stopped just a short distance away, his eyes lifting to et hers through the mirror.
For a mont neither of them spoke.
Then he broke the silence.
"What is troubling you?" he asked quietly.
His voice carried a softer edge now.
"If you don’t want to do it, we’ll co up with another plan."
Tatiana didn’t respond imdiately.
Her gaze stayed locked on the mirror.
Liam lifted his hand slowly and placed it gently on her shoulder.
The touch was ant to calm her.
Reassuring.
But the reaction he got was the exact opposite.
In a split second, Tatiana moved.
Her hand shot up and grabbed his wrist.
Before Liam could even react, she twisted it hard.
A sharp crack echoed in the room.
Liam groaned instantly.
Pain shot through his arm as his wrist bent at an unnatural angle. One of his fingers snapped completely, the bone breaking through the skin completely.
His body stiffened from the sudden shock.
Tatiana’s grip was tight.
Too tight.
Her breathing had changed.
Heavy.
Uncontrolled.
Liam looked at his twisted wrist for a second, then slowly lifted his eyes toward her.
Confusion filled his face.
Sothing was wrong.
Very wrong.
User Comments
0 comments from readers