What Lurks Beneath

Cassian’s POV

The phone buzzed on my nightstand, its glow the only light in the  dark. I almost ignored it, just another late-night problem I didn’t want to deal with. But then I saw the name.

Ava….we haven’t seen each other for years.

I snatched it up, heart pounding.

“Ava?”

All I heard at first was breathing, shallow, and uneven.

“Ava, what is it?”

“Cassian—” Her ...