Lia’s POV

The knock resonated through the cramped apartment, catching in my breath. Van's grip on his gun tightened, and his muscles were taut and coiled. "Who is it?" he demanded, his low, commanding voice. Silence stretched for a beat too long. Then "Open up. We need to talk." The voice was familiar, and it sent a shock of incredulity through me. My stomach twisted. The speaker's voice belonged to someone whom I did not ever want to hear. I turned to Van, my pulse racing. "This is ...