ALIANA

My emotions are everywhere the next day, I have no idea how I survive till the next day but my phone rings at 5:12 a.m and it's Evera.

That alone tells me something is wrong.

Evera doesn’t call that early unless the world is ending—or unless she is.

I roll out of bed, heart already racing, and swipe to answer without even checking the caller ID.

“Evera?”

Silence.

Then ragged breathing.

My spine goes cold.

“Evera?” I say again, sharper now. “Talk to me.”

A man’s voice replaces the breathing.

“She can’t talk right now.”

My hand tightens around the phone. “Who is this?”

“You already know who I...