When Liam and Vanessa finally arrived at her place, they hovered just above the treetops—only to be met with a chaotic sight. Below them, the house was surrounded. Dozens of police cars lined the street and red-blue sirens flashed like angry eyes in the night. Armed officers had their weapons drawn, voices shouting through megaphones.
"This is the police! We know you're in there! Vanessa Reeds, come out with your hands in the air!"
Liam's eyes widened as his gaze swept over the scene. His heart skipped a beat—not for himself, but for one person.
"Lana's inside," he said sharply.
He moved to dive straight down, fury building in his chest, but Vanessa reached out and grabbed his arm.
"No!" she hissed. "Don't go straight in. If you land in the middle of all that, you'll alert the entire damn system."
Liam hovered midair, gritting his teeth. She was right. His instincts screamed at him to rush down, but logic told him that would be suicide.
