*Olivia*

Dahlia answered her phone, her face white as a sheet. I absently chewed on my bottom lip, anxiety threatening to overwhelm me. I forced myself to take a deep breath and let it out. It wouldn’t help anybody for me to have a panic attack right now.

“Hold on, Tallon. Let me put you on speaker,” Dahlia said, looking at me.

Her face was a mirror of my emotions. We both stared into each other’s eyes, terrified that Tallon was going to give us ...