I stared at the screenshot until the words blurred, Diana reading over my shoulder with a low, incredulous curse.
"He's going to crash Eleanor Voss's estate," she said. "That's what this says, right? I'm not misreading this?"
"That's what it says." My hands had gone cold around the phone. "He wasn't invited. Neither of them were. Eleanor made sure of it."
"Which means he's planning to show up anyway." Diana's voice had gone sharp, protective. "Jasmine, you need to call Noah."
I already had my thumb on his contact before she finished the sentence. He picked up on the second ring, voice rough with sleep but instantly alert the moment he heard mine.
"What's wrong?"
"Ryan." I read him the message, my voice steadier than I expected given how hard my heart was pounding. "He's telling his t
