NIXIE’S POV

I stared at the ceiling, watching the shadows move across. My heart felt heavy, pounding against my bruised ribs.

How did he know? My mind raced as I clutched the phone to my chest, how could he possibly know that I told Zyran to call off the guards?

I pulled the phone out from under my pillow, my hands shook so much I could barely unlock the screen, I read the second text message that appeared beneath his first one.

“Those goons in black suits kicked my motel door right off the hinges, Nixie, they had me pinned to the dirty carpet, ready to drag me to the...