The moment Violet hung up, her brows furrowed. She stared down at her phone screen like it might magically change its mind and start ringing. But the silence pressed against her ears, heavy and wrong.
“Haru’s not picking up,” she muttered, mostly to herself.
Killer, leaning against the worn brick wall of the compound hallway, caught the edge in her tone immediately. His expression didn’t shift, but his mind was already racing. Haru not answering? That was a bad sign. Too bad. And Violet… she didn’t let her voice shake unless she was worried enough to stop hiding it.
He pulled out his own phone, flicked it open with a subtle motion, and began typing a message. No one else in the compound needed to hear this. Especially not Violet—not yet. He sent the text to Devil in quick, clipped words
