Sophia’s POV

I remain frozen, watching my phone ring silently in Alexander’s grip.

My pulse skitters all over the place.

My crush on Lewis is a past I’m not proud of, but it doesn’t mean it wasn’t real. It was real, awkwardly desperate, and shameless.

The phone stops ringing, and everywhere goes still.

Alexander doesn’t move or make a sound.

I keep my head down, stomach clenching in shame and worry. I dare not breathe.

The screen goes off.

“Come here,” he utters coldly, ...