Liam turned to stare at the arrow that had almost killed him before staring back outside.

"Fuck!" He cussed under his breath as frown lines appeared on his head.

I sat up, clutching my stab wound with my eyes stalking his every movement. He's mad. Seems like he didn't expect this outcome and that increased his rage the more.

"What the hell did that old bastard do??" He asked angrily.

What old bastard is he talking about?? Well, enough of that. That isn't what I should be worried about now. He's distracted.. so I need to take my chance.

I can't wait for Marcus to find me. Who knows what...