Willow’s POV

The sound of my phone buzzing jolted me out of my thoughts. The name on the screen, Kingston, immediately put me on edge. There was something about him that always felt... unsettled. Necessary, but unsettling.

“Kingston,” I answered, keeping my voice steady.

“I’ve got what you asked for,” he said curtly. “Information on the triplets’ father.”

The words hung in the air for a moment, heavier than I expected.

“You’re sure?” I asked, bracing myself. ...