*Brielle’s POV*

I know it. I feel it. Something is terribly wrong.

Sure, Jonathan is one of those strong independent men.

Sure, Jonathan may be on a mission, but he always messages me back via text within a couple of minutes of the call. At least, that was what he used to do when were together in high school, and ever since he had my number since becoming my bodyguard, he made it a point to send me text incrementally throughout the day just to mess with me.

The ...