"What on earth is he doing..." She dialed Gabriel Wallace’s number again, only to hear the same robotic message: the phone was turned off.
Lilah Hart felt her chest tighten with frustration. It was almost midnight. She dropped the phone on the bed with a thud and finally headed to the bathroom to freshen up.
But she barely spent any time in there—quick rinse, splash of water, done.
She came out and immediately grabbed her phone again, hoping there'd be a missed call or a new message.
Nothing.
The screen stared back at her: 12:00 AM sharp.
She couldn’t sleep. Her mind was a tangled mess of worry.
Then a news flash popped up at the top of her screen.
[Banyan City Port shootout—two dead, several injured!]
Eyes widening, Lilah’s heart dropped. She tapped on the ale
