SERENA'S POV

The call had just ended and I was still holding onto my phone like it was a live wire. Liana's voice echoed in my mind, low, controlled, but wound tight with fear. She was afraid, and if Liana was afraid, then that meant the rest of us had something to be afraid of.

I was motionless for a moment, the gravity of the conversation settling like a chilly mist upon my shoulders. Outside, streetlights began to twinkle on, casting long, fractured shadows across my apartment's ...