Aliyah’s POV
My hands were trembling so hard I could barely hold the phone. The screen lit up, Cohen’s wallpaper flashing a twisted picture of me asleep on his chest from a night I didn’t even remember. My breath caught in my throat. I ignored it and went straight to the call log, scrolling desperately. I found Asher’s number. My heart skipped.
I pressed it.
It rang once. Twice. No answer.
“Please,” I whispered shakily, gripping my stomach. My fingers slipped on the blood that stained the screen. I hit the call again. The third ring came, and this time, someone picked up.
“What the hell do you want, Cohen?” Asher’s voice thundered through the speaker, low and furious. “I swear to the Goddess, if you hurt her—”
“Asher…” My voice cracked into a sob.
There was a long, stunned silence.
