Skyler's POV
The guard collapsed onto the floor, and at Liam's curt command to run, he scrambled away without a second thought. Liam sank back into his chair, his head dropping against the backrest with a weary sigh that didn't escape my notice. His hand raked through his thick hair, and his teeth worried his lower lip.
He looked tired. Frustrated. And likely furious with the lack of progress. Maddening, really, how much time was passing without him finding her. Did he even have the slightest idea how? And if he did, why wasn't he doing more?
No, if I wanted a way out, I would have to find it myself. This man was proving utterly useless. For all his power, Liam was failing at the simple task of locating one fragile woman. Even if she had help, surely he could outmaneuver them. He simply wasn't using his resources as he should.
His voice snapped me from my thoughts.
"If you came to comfort me, save it. I don't need you. I'd rather have Hazel here in your place," he spat.
