The phone vibrated against my bloody palm like a living thing. I stared at the unknown number, my thumb hovering over the screen. Every vibra bones and my body became frantic. Was it the people that took Leo away? Or was it another threat call? Something told me to throw the device against the hospital wall, but something—a flicker of a connection I couldn't explain—made me swipe right.
I pressed the phone to my ear, my breath hitching in my throat.
"Speak," I rasped, my voice sounding like it belonged to a stranger.
"Leo is safe.."
The voice was a low, gravelly vibration that sent a shockwave straight to my heart. It was a ghost's voice. It was the sound of the man I had spent two weeks mourning, the man I had cursed in the silence of the Sonoma nights.
"Asher?" I whispered more in silence and shock.
