Kane
The phone slipped from my hand.
Not completely.
Just enough to nearly fall.
My pulse hammered violently inside my chest.
No.
No way.
The screen remained lit between Rowan and me.
The message stared back.
Cold.
Simple.
Terrifying.
The person who killed Ava Morgan is still alive.
Neither of us spoke.
For several seconds, the world seemed frozen.
The cemetery disappeared.
The wind disappeared.
Everything disappeared.
Only those words remained.
Then Rowan grabbed the phone.
His jaw tightened.
His eyes scanned the screen again.
And again.
Like the message might somehow change.
It didn't.
The words remained exactly the same.
No.
Rowan looked up.
"Who sent this?"
I shook my head.
"Unknown number."
The answer sounded useless.
Because it was.
The sender had hid
