VINCENT

“Lyra, are you okay?” I asked, my hands clenched around my phone as I tried to steady my voice.

But all I heard was a broken whisper, faint, trembling.

“Save me…” She begged again before the line went silent.

My chest tightened, rage and fear twisting inside me at the same time. I pulled the phone from my ear, staring at her name on the screen. Her voice was weak, but it was real. She was alive.

I got up from my chair, grabbing my keys with trembling fingers. My ...