The phone slipped from Selene’s fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud. Her chest rose and fell quickly, but the air wouldn’t go down. The voice still echoed in her head - low, disguised and terrifyingly certain.
You are not safe with him.
Her gaze went to the door. Darius hadn't come up yet. At least she hoped he hadn’t. Her hand vibrated as soon as she picked up the burner, but the screen was black. No trace of the number, no missed call, no history. Like it had never happened.
But it had.
And it hit her like a slap in the face.
Everything about tonight, every kiss, every look - it was real. Wasn't it?
She pulled her heels with shaking hands, crossed to the bar, and poured herself a double shot of vodka. It burned all the way down, but it didn't kill the voice.
You are not sa
