“Hey, hey. It’s okay. It’s just me. You’re safe,” Liam croons softly. I inhale a shaky breath before I blow one out. My eyes go from Liam to Asher to Vincent and Ronan, then finally Wesley. All wearing broken-hearted expressions that vary between them all. “Take me home, please?” I ask the room. “We’ve got you, Siren. We’ve got you.”
