There was complete silence from his side of the call. I pulled the phone away from my ear, ready to disconnect.
Then his voice came again, smooth, calm, and chilling.
“My name is Desmond, your brother-in-law,” he said. “And I would really love to meet my sister-in-law… our Luna.”
A cold shiver crawled down my spine. Something in his voice—too controlled, too confident—told me this wasn’t someone I wanted anywhere near me or Damien. Something told me this man wasn’t calling for a friendly introduction.
“Whoever you are,” I said, gripping the phone tighter, “I have no interest in meeting you.”
“Oh, but that wasn’t a request, Luna,” he replied, voice dropping so softly it made my skin prickle.
My stomach tightened. “What do you mean by that?”
“I wasn’t asking you to meet me,” he said.
