Third Person POV
Liam stared down at the dead body of Thorn, his throat clearly ripped out, his heart lying on the ground across from his body. He gave a low whistle, impressed in spite of himself. After all this, after everything that had happened, it hadn't come down to a fight but rather a battle between Sadie and Thorn using their wits and the tools provided to them. "Where are the syringes?" he asked tightly.
Sadie nodded toward the bedside table. Liam strode over and opened the drawers. There were several more in there. God knew how many Thorn had planned on pricking Sadie with. From the looks of it, he'd had several days worth of keeping her sedated and at his mercy. He let out a low growl and then grabbed the syringes, grabbing a book and smashing them to pieces, the liquid drop
