Third person’s POV
Back in Europe..
Layla’s phone buzzed on the table. A strange number appeared
No name. She frowned and picked it up.
“Hello?”
There was a brief pause.
Then a voice she knew too well came
Deep and Steady. Familiar in a way that hits her chest hard.
“Layla.”
It was Viktor.
Her blood turned cold.
Before he could say anything else, she cut the call and blocked the number instantly with shaking fingers
Her throat felt tight.
Her heart felt even worse.
She didn’t want to hear that voice.
Not now and not ever.
Before she could breathe, her phone rang again.
She picked it up with an existing fury.
Then she realised it was Caleb.
She answered with a sharp, stiff tone.
“What?”
Caleb paused. “hey… Slow down, would you? You sound… are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Her
