Amaya’s heart almost stopped at the voice on the phone.

Her eyes widened, staring into nothing. Her body froze like a statue, and her heart pounded so hard it stole her breath.

With trembling fingers, she slowly lowered the phone from her ear, her gaze glued to the screen. The caller ID still read Monica Caldwell—but the voice… that voice had been unmistakable.

Kieran Blackwood.

Her boss.

But how?

Her breath hitched, fingers turning stiff and cold. She hadn’t called him. She’d dialed Monica’s number, just like she always did when she had something important to report. But instead of Monica…

It was him.

Kieran’s voice crackled through the speaker...