Liam moved fast the moment he made up his mind. There was no hesitation left in him now, no second guessing, no careful planning like before. The situation had already gone off track the moment Tatiana ran out and whatever happened between them in that room had changed everything. His original plan needed her, needed precision, needed control. Now all of that was gone. What remained was instinct, force, and timing.
He crouched slightly as he zipped the duffle bag, his injured hand hanging uselessly at his side. The cloth wrapped around his fingers was already soaked again, a dull red spreading through it slowly. The pain didn't fade like it used to. It stayed there, sharp and alive, biting into his nerves every second. It made his jaw tighten but he didn't complain. He just adjusted the strap of the bag over his shoulder and stood up straight.
