~ Becca ~
Nate called me at midnight.
Not texted.
Not “u up?”
Not some half-assed check-in.
A call.
Which meant something was wrong.
I stared at my phone while it buzzed, my chest already tight like my body had gotten the memo before my brain. Jace was in the shower, water pounding against tile, steam fogging the bedroom mirror. I slipped out onto the balcony barefoot, cold concrete biting my feet, and answered.
“What?” I said.
Straight to the point. No hello.
“Are you trying to get yourself hurt?” Nate snapped.
I closed my eyes. “Hey to you too.”
“Don’t f*****g joke,” he said. “I know you. And I know when you’re in too deep.”
I leaned against the railing, city lights blurring below me. “You don’t even know where I am.”
“I know where Stephen is,” Nate shot back. “And I know w
