Sienna
I couldn’t breathe. The words on the screen blurred as my hands shook.
You’re f*****g your step-brother.
It repeated in my mind like a scream I couldn’t shut off.
Jaxon stood in the doorway, his phone lit with the same message. His jaw was tight, but I could see the fear in his eyes.
“Who the hell has our numbers?” I whispered, my throat dry.
Before he could answer, my phone buzzed again.
Another message.
Don’t bother hiding. I saw everything.
My chest went cold. I clutched the phone like it might burn me. Jaxon stepped closer, reading over my shoulder, his expression hardening.
“Someone’s messing with us,” he muttered, but his voice was low, like he didn’t even believe himself.
“Or they’re serious,” I whispered back.
We spent the rest of the night pacing, talking in cir
