Eliana POV

“Juliette?” I said into the phone, pacing the living room. “Juliette—are you still there?”

Nothing.

I called again. Once. Twice. The line rang, then went to voicemail.

Each unanswered ring caused my heart to pound rapidly until I could barely breathe.

Juliette wasn’t the type to hang up mid-sentence. Especially not with her voice sounding like that.

I tried again. Voicemail.

And again. Straight to voicemail.

“Oh God.” I whispered, gripping the phone with ...