Scarlett's POV

I barely slept last night, but being with Liam helped me rest a little better than I would have otherwise. However, since I didn't receive any updates from either Oliver or Roman, I was much more worried.

The breakfast table was set, but I could barely serve myself or eat. My mind was elsewhere. Liam, noticing my distraction, placed a piece of toast on my plate.

"You need to eat," he tried to encourage me.

I raised my head to look at him; everything seemed a bit blurry. I found it hard to focus my gaze on anything. I let out a soft grunt and shook my head....