“BLOCK IT,” Ronan ordered.
His voice cracked through the warmth of the living room like a whip.
The Christmas tree still glowed softly in the corner. Garland hung over the fireplace. A half-finished plate of cookies sat forgotten on the coffee table. Everything looked calm and ordinary.
Nothing felt calm.
Lily stared at her phone as if it had turned into a live grenade.
Miss me?
Two words.
Only two, and yet they had the power to drag her straight back into a version of herself she hated.
Ronan paced in front of her, already barking instructions into his own phone. “I want every number traced. I want the security feeds checked. And I want someone on the gates all night.”
Jeremiah stood near the window, shoulders tight, eyes dark. He had not spoken since Lily showed him the message.
