(Sanya's POV)
His phone rings at dawn, and I know before Tyron even answers it that something terrible is about to happen. Because nothing good ever comes from a phone call at this hour. And the way Tyron's face changes when he looks at the screen—going from sleep-softened to sharp and predatory in the space of a heartbeat—tells me that whoever is on the other end of that line is about to make my life infinitely worse.
"Maya," he says, and just hearing that name makes my stomach drop.
Maya has already done enough damage to my life, already humiliated me at my own wedding reception by telling everyone about Aaron. And now she's calling again, which means she's got something on her hands to weaponize against me.
I watch from my bed on the other side of the room—with our separate beds pla
