Josie POV

I called Ronan again, but there was no answer. I lowered the phone slowly, my thumb hovering over his name.

One missed call, and two and three.

The bouquet on my desk filled the room with its sweet fragrance.

Yesterday, I’d smiled every time I looked at it.

Today, all I could think about was those clashes and those growls I heard. No one has given me any information.

I walked over and adjusted one of the yellow flowers. It had tilted slightly in the vase.

“Don’t scare me like that again,” I murmured before I could stop myself. The words hung in the quiet room.

I was...