The screen flickered to life, revealing Colt Knightwood's smug face. Behind him, I could see a crumpled figure slumped against the wall—Liam, bloodied and barely conscious.
"As promised, I have your problem under control," Colt reported, stepping aside to give a clearer view.
My heart stopped. Liam's face was nearly unrecognizable, covered in blood and bruises. His chest rose and fell in shallow, irregular movements.
"Liam!" I screamed, lunging for the phone.
Uncle Corbin pulled it away, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Excellent work, Mr. Knightwood. Is he still conscious?"
"Barely," Colt replied, nudging Liam with his foot. Liam groaned but didn't move. "He put up quite a fight. Better than expected."
I felt dizzy with horror. "What have you done?" I whispered, my voice breaking.
Uncle Corbin ignored me, speaking to Colt instead. "Make sure he can hear what happens next."
