ARIA

The phone in my hand feels like a live grenade.

I’m sitting on the edge of Dante’s massive glass desk in his study, and he’s standing behind me, one hand resting possessively on my hip while he scrolls through something on his own phone with the other.

My screen won’t stop lighting up.

Paige:

GIRL WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

CALL ME RIGHT NOW

ARE YOU BEING KIDNAPPED?

BLINK TWICE IF YOU NEED RESCUE.

Mom:

Aria Catherine Sinclair, call me immediately.

Your father is having ...