ANDREA'S POV
Waking up because the phone on the bedside table was ringing was a jarring start to the morning.
Reaching out with my eyes still closed and fumbling for the device, brushing my hand against the sheets on the other side of the bed revealed they were completely cold.
Opening my eyes confirmed Maxwell was gone.
Sitting up slowly while clutching the duvet to my chest caused a massive wave of nausea to roll over me instantly, hitting significantly stronger than the sickness from last night. Swallowing hard to force the bile down, picking up the phone was the next hurdle.
Seeing it was Leo was unexpected.
"Hello?" I answered, my voice raspy with sleep. "Leo? Is everything okay?"
"Miss Rostova," Leo said. Hearing his voice sound entirely strange, tight, and highly formal while
