Mila couldn’t move.

Her body refused to obey, her legs trembling as though they’d forgotten how to hold her up. The note burned in her mind, every word carved into her skin.

Don’t trust the man who saves you.

Her gaze darted back to Liam, who still held the piece of paper between his fingers. His jaw was locked tight, his expression unreadable. But unreadable was worse than anger. It meant she had no idea which side of him she was seeing—the protector, or the danger the note ...