Lena’s POV

“Meet me at the old spot tonight. We need to talk,” was the message that popped up on my screen from Adam.

I rolled my eyes and swiped it off. I wasn’t in the mood for his endless games, and I sure as hell wasn’t about to revisit whatever past he thought we had to go over.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, I tried calling Kyra again, hoping she would pick up this time, but she didn’t. My frustration climbed to a peak with my grip tightening around my phone as the urge to ...