MELISSA'S POV

My phone lit up again.

This time, it wasn’t a message. It was a call from Xavier.

I stared at his name flashing across the screen. Part of me wanted to ignore it, let it ring into nothing. But curiosity—or maybe frustration—won. I answered.

“What?” I said flatly.

“Well, that’s a warm welcome,” he replied.

“I’m not in the mood for games, Xavier,so say what you want to say and let's end this conversation right now, I've got a lot of things to do and right ...