Aliyah’s POV

The number was unknown, but something in my gut told me exactly who it was. With trembling hands, I answered and switched it to video call. The screen lit up, and Tatiana’s face appeared. A smug, cold, and triumphant. Behind her, in what looked like a dimly lit abandoned warehouse, sat Elara and Hope.

Tracy and I screamed at the same time. The girls were tied to chairs with thick ropes. Their faces were streaked with tears and dirt. Hope’s lip was split and bleeding, her ...