Ranya dropped Calista off at her coffee shop, his gaze lingering on her face as he softly reminded her, “Be careful, alright? We don’t know what Signoral has planned.”

Calista gave him a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine, Ranya. I promise.” But she couldn’t ignore the concern echoed in his gaze.

She couldn’t deny the fact that Signoral was capable of anything to harm her. But then, she wouldn’t sit at home and hide away from her.

“If anything happens,” he continued, his voice low and intense, “you call me right away. I mean it.”

She nodded, squeezing his hand. “I will.”

“You promised?” He asked again, leaning in towards...