JENNA’S POV
Hours passed, and he still hadn’t opened my messages. I closed my text app and spent the next hour mindlessly scrolling through t****k, hoping that by the time I checked my phone again, he’d have read them and replied.
When I finally reopened our chat, the read receipt was there and the little typing bubble popped up. It stayed on the screen for a long, agonizing moment, vanished, and didn't come back.
I let out a heavy sigh, tossing my phone onto the bed.
Then my phone dinged with a fresh notification. I grabbed it off the duvet, my heart doing a quick flutter as I opened his text.
You should go, it read.
I stared at the screen, my brow furrowing as I quickly typed back: He hired Roman to stop us from seeing each other, Alec. I can’t go.
His reply came back almost insta
