“You’re sleeping with danger.”
The line echoed repeatedly inside Jayda’s head even after the call ended.
Her hands were ice cold.
The hotel lobby suddenly felt too bright.
Too quiet.
Too suffocating.
Beside her, Damek Ivanov remained unusually still.
And that alone terrified Jayda more.
Because Damek always had something to say.
A joke.
A sarcastic comment.
A teasing remark.
But now—
Nothing.
“Jayda.”
Gon Velarde carefully took the phone from her trembling hand.
“You shouldn’t answer unknown calls anymore.”
Jayda barely heard him.
Her thoughts remained stuck on that sentence.
Sleeping with danger.
What did that mean?
Who?
Faris?
Damek?
Someone else?
Or—
Was the caller simply trying to mess with her head?
Because if yes—
It was working.
Perfectly.
“What did the
