Aliana’s POV

Desmond reached into his pocket and pulled out a small phone, tossing it to me.

I caught it instinctively, frowning.

"What’s this?"

"Burner phone," he said. "Save our numbers. Even if you change yours, you better keep ours."

I rolled my eyes but slid it into my pocket.

Kyle leaned in slightly.

"Seriously, though," he murmured. "You might think you’re walking away, but trouble follows you, Aliana. It always does."

I sighed, running a hand down my face.

"I’ll be fine," I said.

Kyle snorted.

"Sure you will."

Mercy giggled beside me.

"She’ll have me," she said, winking.

Desmond sighed dramatically, rubbing his temple.

"God help us all."...