Mona's POV
I jolted upright in bed, my heart pounding as heavy knocks echoed through my tiny apartment. The unmistakable rhythm was enough to drag me from sleep, though my eyes resisted opening.
Who the hell knocks on my door this early?
I groaned, annoyance settling in my voice, and pulled myself out from under the covers. Another knock followed, sharp and insistent.
"Who is it?" I shouted, rubbing the sleep from my eyes with one hand, determined to shake off the drowsiness.
The next knock was paired with a voice—one that definitely wasn’t Ian’s.
"Sorry, ma’am. I have a message for you." The tone was calm, too calm.
I clenched my jaw. Ian was unpredictable, but even he wouldn’t sound so collected. Realizing it wasn’t him only fueled my curiosity. Who else would be hammering at my d
