NINA POV
The silent vibration of my phone woke me up from a deep sleep. I squinted at the screen, and there it was: *Collins Colleague*.
It was past 8 in the morning, and I wasn't ready for a conversation—not now, especially not with Collins. His timing was always impeccable, almost suspiciously so. I let the call go to voicemail. I couldn’t risk picking up right now, not after last night. Not in Andro's mansion.
I groaned as I rolled out of bed and walked towards the bathroom. Splashing cold water on my face did little to shake the unease growing in my chest. I stood there, staring into the mirror for longer than I’d like to admit, trying to piece together the fragments of last night's events, my thoughts a tangled mess.
I slipped into a short brown gown and a pair of slides, trying
