Hannah's POV

　　The moment my phone buzzed, I felt my breath catch in my throat.

　　It was Lyla.

　　I hesitated for a beat before unlocking the screen, and then my entire body stilled.

　　Photos.

　　Christian.

　　Unconscious.

　　Shirtless.

　　Lyla draped across him like a venomous shadow, her expression smug and victorious, as if she'd already won something.

　　For a heartbeat, the world tilted. My lungs ...