Sarah secret

The first hint of dawn filtered through the blinds when Liam felt someone shake his shoulder. He startled awake, confused after falling asleep at the desk. His laptop had gone dark, notes scattered like evidence of a long night.

"Liam." Isabella's voice was tight with tension, all softness from yesterday gone.

He looked up at her through bleary eyes. She stood there completely transformed—dressed in a sharp charcoal suit, hair pulled back severely, making her face all angles and determination. Something in her expression made his chest tighten.

"What time is it?" he mumbled, feeling the rough stubble on his jaw.

"Five-thirty." Isabella moved around the suite gathering her belongings, each movement purposeful. "Pack your things. We're leaving for England immediately."

Liam stood, his back complaining after hours hunched over the desk. "England? Why? What's happened?"