Kelvin’s POV
My phone buzzed on the nightstand with such violence it nearly launched itself into oblivion.
Diana.
Her name glowed on the screen like an emergency flare. I lunged for it, still half-lost in sleep, my fingers fumbling across the glass. My eyes were bleary, lids sticky with exhaustion. I hadn’t heard from her since yesterday. I’d assumed, hoped, she was resting.
I answered with a hoarse, “Hey babe.”
Her voice crashed through the speaker like a hurricane slamming into the coast.
“Kelvin, what the hell is wrong with you?!”
I sat up like I’d been electrocuted.
“Diana…”
“No! Don’t Diana me!” she snapped, breath shaky, voice full of barely contained tears. “How could you just stay there without me?! Like I was some disposable thing?! Why did you tell Eva to drag me home li
