POV: Evelyn Reeve
I froze.
Every muscle in my body locked up instantly, as if the blood had suddenly stopped flowing to my fingertips.
Slowly—agonizingly slowly—I pulled the phone away from my ear. My eyes widened, staring at the screen. It was an unrecognized number. The call duration was still ticking away, mocking me.
Oh, God. Please, no.
"Evelyn? You still there?"
His voice came through again. Jovan. It was deeper than usual, slightly raspy, and carried a heavy note of hesitation.
I slammed my palm over my mouth, wanting nothing more than to phase through the floor beneath me and vanish into thin air.
"I—yes, Jovan. Sorry. I... I thought you were Maya. She’s been blowing up my phone all evening," I stammered, my voice sounding thin and frantic even to my own ears.
There was a
