The moment the plane touched down, my phone reconnected to the network.
Notifications flooded the screen at once.
It buzzed nonstop in my hand.
99 plus unread messages.
Every single one was from Elias.
Elias: Chloe, why did you turn off your location?
Elias: What are you trying to do?
Elias: You're not even going to apologize?
Elias: Camille was so upset by your comment that she ended up in the hospital.
Elias: Chloe, the witch told me you were hurt. I swear I didn't know you were allergic to pollen.
There were so many messages.
I had no intention of replying.
I was about to close the chat when another message appeared.
It was a photo of Elias's estate.
Shards of glass littered the floor, and the bouquet of lilies had been tossed into the trash.
Elias: Chloe, where are you?
