CHAPTER ELEVEN
I finally pick up the call, pressing the phone to my ear with a shaky breath.
Hardin’s voice comes through immediately, calm and frighteningly certain.
“You’ll receive a package soon,” he says. “Don’t be late.”
I sit up straighter. “A package? Hardin, what are you—”
But I stop myself.
Arguing with him never goes anywhere.
He always ends the conversation before I can make sense of anything.
So I swallow my questions. “Okay.”
He hangs up without another word.
I stare at the dead screen, frustration bubbling in my chest.
when suddenly the doorbell rings.
I drag myself to the door, open it, and a delivery man smiles politely while holding a medium-sized box.
“Delivery for you.”
I sign quickly, take the box, and close the door behind me.
Back in the living room, I
