Third person POV
The phone kept buzzing in Jasper’s hand, each vibration loud in the thick silence. Scarlett’s breath came shallow, her eyes locked on the glowing screen as if she could burn the words off it with sheer will.
“I know you’re still alive.”
“Tick tock, darling.”
Her pulse hammered in her throat. “Jasper…” Her voice cracked. “How? How could he…”
“I don’t know,” Jasper cut in, too quickly. His hand tightened around the phone until his knuckles whitened. “We’ve been careful. No one’s followed us. We haven’t contacted anyone directly…”
Miriam’s footsteps thundered down the stairs. “What happened? What’s wrong?”
Jasper tossed her the phone. She read the messages, her lips pressing into a hard line.
“This doesn’t make sense,” Miriam muttered. “He shouldn’t know.”
Scarlett’s
