Amelia's POV

I walked briskly along the dimly lit hallway, my mind preoccupied with the tasks ahead. Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed my arm and pulled me forcefully into a nearby room. Before I could let out a scream, a firm hand covered my mouth, stifling any sound that might escape.

Instinctively, I fought back, sinking my teeth into the person's palm, eliciting a painful groan from a deep, masculine voice. As I turned around to confront my attacker, my words caught in my throat when I realized it was Liam standing before me, a mischievous grin adorning his face.

"Liam... what are you doing?" I managed to speak, attempting...