"Lainey," Miles's voice came through the phone, as warm as ever, but this time there was a sharpness to it—like a thorn pressing into my chest.

How could someone who seemed so gentle hide such a ruthless streak? He’d never hesitated to crush anyone who stood in his way.

I pushed down the bitterness rising in my throat and got straight to the point. "I need your help."

"What do you need?" His tone had shifted—it wasn’t the same as before. Running ...