ROMILLY
I must be losing my mind.
There was no other explanation. My ears had to be deceiving me, playing cruel tricks. My hands trembled as I scrambled for my phone, hurriedly dialing the number that had been sent to me—the one that was supposedly Lucas’s new contact. I pressed the device tightly against my ear, my heart pounding with every endless ring. But no one answered. After what felt like an eternity, the call went to voicemail.
A low, amused chuckle pulled my attention back to the present.
Dave.
He rose from his seat with an eerie slowness, taking his time as he approached. His presence was suffocating. My breath hitched when he crouched before me, his movements predatory. Without a word, he lifted the gun and pressed it against my jaw, the cold metal sending a shiver down m
