Rose POV
As Liam grabbed his jacket and keys, I pretended to be engrossed in my sketchbook. But as soon as the door clicked shut, I tossed it aside and hurried to the window. I watched him stride quickly down the street, his shoulders tense. Slipping on my sneakers, I followed, keeping a safe distance.
He didn't take the car, so it made things easier for me. Liam glanced around occasionally, but he was too focused on his destination to notice me. He led me through twisting streets until we arrived at a rundown part of town.
The buildings here were shabby, with peeling paint and boarded-up windows. My heart pounded as I watched him enter an old warehouse, its door barely hanging on its hinges.
I crept closer, finding a small c***k in the door through which I could peer inside. The inte
