DAMIEN 

Macey’s face went pale as she stared at her phone. Her hands shook so badly I thought she might drop it. “Damien…” she whispered, voice trembling. “Look.” 

She turned the screen toward me. I took the phone from her, and the words flashed across the screen like poison. I told you I would get you. 

My stomach dropped. 

“Macey,” I said carefully, my voice low and calm. “Hey, look at me.” 

But she couldn’t. She was already spiraling, panic written all over ...