~Sienna~

I lunge for my phone on the nightstand, but Norman’s hand shoots out, pinning my wrist to the wooden surface before I can grab it.

"Put the phone down, Sienna," he rumbles, his chest pressing against my back as he traps me between his body and the edge of the bed.

"I just need to check on them, Norman! Just one call to Mom," I argue, twisting in his grip. "What if Noah is crying? What if Naysa won't take her bottle from Nova? I’m just worried. Just give me a moment."

Norman ...