Liam woke. Groggy. Confused. Wrong.

The ceiling. Not his ceiling. Not Robert's penthouse ceiling. Not any ceiling he knew.

He sat up. Fast. Heart pounding. Looking around.

A room. Large. Expensive. Unfamiliar. Bed beneath him. Soft. Comfortable. Prison.

"Sophia? Yara?" His voice came urgent. Scared. "Where are you?"

Movement. Beside him. Both sisters. In the same room. Same bed. All three together. Kidnapped together. ...