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AVA
My phone was waking me up, ringing over and over again, and I couldn’t understand why Zeke wasn’t shutting it off. He always did if I got a call. I’d roll over as he would hand me the phone. I’d either take the call or not, but in both situations, he’d want me to stay so I’d flip to my back and answer while he would pull me in closer and settle in more firmly at my side.
None of that was happening.
I woke enough to look around. No Zeke.
My phone kept going, so I grabbed it and answered without looking at the screen. “Hello?”
“Ava?”
I frowned, looking at the number. “Who is this?”
“This is Aspen. Blaise’s—”
Holy s**t!
I sat upright, panicked but controlled panic clicking in immediately. “Where is he?”
She was quiet, for just a moment. “Okay. That was fast.” If she was call
