Layla's POV
The phone lit up on the table, buzzing against the wood with an unknown number.
I didn't move.
The first time, I told myself it was a wrong number. The second, maybe a scammer. By the fourth, the sound was an irritating noise running through the air, constant and grating. Freja prowled under my skin restlessly, her ears forward, her body shifting like she already knew who waited on the other end.
I let it ring until it died.
Then it came again.
And again.
The vibration rattled the glass of water beside it. Ripples spread across the surface,and then the call ended. A pause stretched long enough to let the silence settle. Then the number flashed again, insistent, refusing to stop.
And then I answered. I listened, without a word, to Kian pleading for me t
