Liam’s POV

As Posh and I hit the road, my eyes stayed glued to my phone while his were fixed on the road. My stomach stung from the bullet, but I didn’t care — all I wanted was Aliya, and maybe to salvage what’s left of my sister’s lunatic mind.

The thought that I’d been shot right in front of her and she hadn’t felt an ounce of guilt said a lot about the slave she was becoming to a revenge that couldn’t save her.

I was slowly losing the people I could call my own. My father had probably been transferred to the next psychiatric ward, I’d lost Brooke...