Sia’s POV

The phone slipped from Sia’s trembling fingers, hitting the ground with a dull thud. Her heart raced, and her breath hitched in her throat. She had just called Rowan to tell him that Rachel had been kidnapped, but before she could explain anything, he’d cut her off.

No.

She couldn’t deal with this. Not now. Not ever.

Shaking, Sia tossed Rachel’s phone and bag into a nearby dumpster. She had no idea what to do, but she knew she couldn’t be caught with Rachel’s things. The night felt colder than usual as she turned her back on the alley and made her way home.

Her small, one-room apartment...