I tossed to my side and looked at the clock for the umpteenth time; my fingers tightening around Sierra’s phone. It was five in the morning, yet there was no news from Tristan.
The frown on my forehead deepened, and I bit my lip. Why hadn’t he called yet? I sat up with a start; almost screaming out in frustration. Wouldn’t it be better to call him instead of waiting?
I pressed the power button; revealing the recent calls window. My heartbeat accelerated as my thumb hovered on the call button. To call or not to call?
Blowing out a deep breath, I pressed the call icon only to disconnect it instantly. Aish! What if my phone call landed him in trouble? But what if he was hurt and needed help?
I was still contemplating when the screen lit up with a call from an unknown number. Could it
