As I sat on the plush couch in the safe house, trying to distract myself with a book, the tranquility of the moment shattered by the loud buzz of my phone on the coffee table. I hesitated for a second, seeing an unfamiliar number flashing on the screen. Instinctively, I picked it up, only to read the chilling message: "I know where you are. Come to me, or Nico dies." Seconds after, the threat was accompanied by a chilling photo of myself, engrossed in the book I had been reading moments ago.
My heart lurched violently in my chest, a wave of cold fear washing over me. Devon had found us. His threat wasn't just words on a screen; it was a dagger aimed at everything I held dear. Panic surged through me like a wildfire, making my hands tremble uncontrollably as I struggled to process the enor
