My phone began vibrating again against the table. For the third time. I stared at the screen for a moment before finally answering.
“Nyra!” Lyna’s voice burst through immediately, filled with panic and frustration. “Where the hell have you been?! I’ve been calling you nonstop since last night!”
I rubbed my forehead lightly, suddenly feeling exhausted all over again. “I’m okay.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“I know.”
“Nyra, I was worried sick! Wallace disappeared, his friends were acting weird, and then nobody knew where you were until they said you were taken by–”
“I said I’m okay,” I repeated softly, trying to sound calmer than I actually felt. There was a pause on the other line.
Then her voice lowered. “Did something happen?”
My eyes instinctively lifted toward Wilthon. He
