Avery's POV

The café was quiet as Jameson walked me back to my dorm. It felt reassuring to have him around, but the phone call still churned unease in my stomach. I clutched my bag tightly and scanned the shadows as we walked.

"You're really sure about the voice though?" Jameson asked again, his voice edged with concern.

"I'm sure, but it wasn't just the words, Jameson," my voice was almost a whisper. It was almost how they said it. It felt...personal," I added.

We stopped at the entrance to my building. Jameson turned to me, his dark eyes serious. "Avery, if you ever feel unsafe, you call me. No...