Lily's POV
The phone vibrated violently against the kitchen counter, rattling the quiet room.
I jerked forward to grab it, sloshing scalding coffee directly over my knuckles.
“Fuck.”
I hissed, slamming the mug down before it slipped from my numb fingers. The liquid pooled across the stone, hot and dark, but I couldn't bring myself to care. The dorm settled back into a deafening silence.
Maya hadn’t come back from the party; she’d texted hours ago saying she was crashing at Katy’s, leaving me alone to drown in my own thoughts.
Between worrying about Julian and Cole’s threats, sleep had never come. Every creak of the floorboards, every shadow stretching across the hallway, had felt like a predator waiting for the lights to go out.
I looked down at the caller ID.
Mum.
The phone buzze
