Bianca’s POV
“Took you long enough.”
The voice sent a chill down my spine.
The tone was soft and eerily calm.
I pulled the phone slightly away from my ear, staring at the screen as if the number would explain who she was.
My throat tightened.
“Who is this?” I asked carefully. “How do you know me?”
There was a brief silence on the other end, like she was thinking before speaking.
“Let’s just say,” she said slowly, “I’m a friend of a friend. But just know… I’m for you.”
A friend of a friend? I frowned, confusion knitting my brows.
That didn't reassure me, not even in the slightest.
“I don’t even know what that means. Who are you?”
I asked, my tone frantic.
“Names aren’t what you need right now, Bianca.”
Her tone was now a bit more firm and sharp.
Bianca? The way she sai
