Liana's Pov
It had been three torturous days since I'd last heard from Mason. Three week long days, each of them filled with silence. I comforted myself that he was fine. I told myself that if anything was amiss, I would know. But the truth was that each ring of my phone twisted my stomach into a knot. Each whispered moment when the screen stayed black made me worry more.
That evening, as I was curled up on the couch in the living room, my phone buzzed in my lap. My heart skipped even before I went to grab it.
The message was from an unknown number.
It's me. Mason.
I held my breath. My hand trembled as I shove the phone further into my hand, scanning the next line with desperate eyes.
I'm fine. I had to ditch my number. Dominic almost got me, had to dump the phone.
I put a hand on
