Amber’s POV
It had been three days.
Three long, dragging, silent days since Eden bared himself in front of me and Rayne spiraled into rut.
Not a single call. Not even a message.
And I wasn’t just talking about me. He hadn’t even tried reaching out to Evalie. Not once.
The first day, I told myself maybe he was still recovering. That ruts could take a toll, even on someone like Rayne. But the second day came and went without a sound. And by the third, my patience had worn thin. Not out of longing—not anymore—but from frustration.
When Evalie asked me to try calling him, I did. Twice. His line was unreachable. No ring, just straight to voicemail.
I knew what Evalie didn’t—that this wasn’t normal. That he wasn’t too busy. That something had shifted.
And deep down, I couldn’t help but w
