But I knew Damien hadn't sent that message.
The only person who could get hold of his phone and copy his impatient tone was Alessia Rose.
What she didn't know was that during our fight a month earlier, Damien had sworn he'd never contact me again.
With his pride, he'd never beg me to come back.
I could tell it was almost certainly a trap, but after a short pause, I went anyway.
South Cheyne Road lay on the outskirts of the city, with almost nothing around it. The place named in the text was an abandoned factory.
The second I stepped through the door, someone lunged forward and kicked me hard, forcing me to drop to my knees.
Thud.
The sound rang out sharp and loud.
I winced in pain, and mocking laughter echoed through the empty space.
When I looked up, Alessia stood in the middle
