Brielle's POV
My mind was still locked on the creepy woman in the hoodie when my phone buzzed on the café table. I glanced at it and saw an unknown number calling. I swiped it away. Another call came through, and I declined just as easily.
A second later, a text popped up, instantly grabbing my attention. I subtly withdrew from the conversation between Hannah and Zach as I reached for the phone.
[Unknown number: Giving me the silent treatment, I see. What is it about you and disappearing on me, Brielle?]
My brows furrowed in confusion as I texted back.
[Me: Who’s this?]
The reply was instant
[Unknown number: I’m the nice little guy who saved your life, remember? Enzo Black. I see you never saved my number. Pick up the phone.]
My breath caught.
There was nothing little about Enzo B
