The phone screen dimmed. Jake didn’t move. He dropped it back on the nightstand, eyes still on Zara.She pulled the sheet tighter, like it would hide her from him. Her lips parted, then shut.

“What?” she asked, sharper than she wanted. “Nothing.” His tone carried weight, not emptiness.

He leaned back. Calm, steady, but something sharp broke through. His head ached, last night was a blur, he couldn't quite place it but he knew something went wrong and he definitely had to find ...