MAYA
I reached the bottom step with my phone in hand, thumb hovering over Finn’s chat. It had been eight months. It was still unread.
My last message sat there like a ghost: I’m sorry. Please talk to me.
There was nothing else. Not even a typing bubble. A dull ache bloomed behind my ribs. Is he that angry? Did I ruin everything?
Raised voices sliced through my thoughts, coming from the study beside the staircase. I froze.
It was Xander’s voice, but it was raw and furious, something I’d never heard in three months of dating.
“I didn’t ask you to do that!” he roared. “Why the hell did you? Do you have any idea how scared she must have been?”
My breath caught. Me? They’re talking about me?
“If not for her unique abilities,” Xander continued in a raged voice. “she wouldn’t have withs
