KELLAN'S P.O V

Even though the party had barely started, the Lancaster's mansion was buzzing with lights, different people, music, and a jumble of voices.

I couldn't concentrate on anything. I kept staring at my phone screen, hoping it would light up with Ashley's call. She hadn't answered. She hadn't called back.

My heart twisted like I was being stabbed repeatedly.

“Guest of honor!” Someone cheered my way, and I raised my face from my phone to meet with that of a man's. He ...