I was better, but I wasn’t one hundred percent.
Not that I needed to be completely whole to destroy my father but I wouldn’t be stupid this time.
I wouldn’t ruin my surprise.
Finally, after my nightly check-up and disgusting hospital dinner, it was safe to message Nila without fear of her being caught.
Unknown Number:I need to speak to you again. I want to touch you—even if it means I can’t do it physically. Call me.
Hearing her delicious voice last night had turned me on, angered me, and set my nerves on edge. It felt as if I was the one with a guillotine blade over my head—punished by the desire to protect and love her.
My cock hadn’t softened all night but I’d refused to satisfy myself.
I wanted to wait for Nila.
We can offer each other a small measure of comfort.
I’d never had phone sex before, but if it granted a smidgen of contentment in our separation, I’d give it a shot.
My heart fisted.
Nila’s messages were so selfless. So concerned about Kes and me. She barely spoke of herself, no matter how many times I begged. Last night, when I’d talked to her, only confirmed my suspicions. She’d deflected a lot of her replies. And I fucking hated it.
She’s hiding things from me.
After ten minutes of only receiving blankness, I tried again.
Unknown Number:Call me. I need you.
No reply.
No notification.
Nothing.
My heart hollowed out, bleeding with every tick of the frustrating clock.
Unknown Number:Answer me. Are you okay?
Still no reply.
Snow flurried on my soul, dragging me quicker toward a horrible conclusion.
Nila...what’s happened?
The landline beside my bed jarred the silence.
The ringing imitated an awful alarm, ripping my eardrums.
Wrenching the receiver off the cradle, I tossed my cell-phone onto the sheets. “Yes?”
“Jet...are you safe to talk?”
Instantly, my body stiffened. Fuck. Sitting up too fast, my rib throbbed. “Jaz...what’s happened?”
She paused for too long.
Something’s gone wrong.
