Orion’s POV
The message on Ava’s phone was short but chilling, each word sharp like a dagger to my chest:
“You thought you could escape me? You’ll learn soon enough. Watch your back, Mrs Miller. Accidents happen when you least expect them.”
The number was unknown, no name attached, just a string of digits that looked ordinary but carried a sinister weight. My grip on the phone tightened, heart pounding as I re-read the message, each line feeding the growing rage inside me.
Who the hell dared to threaten her?
I quickly copied the number onto my own phone and deleted the message from Ava’s before placing it back gently where it had been. She stirred slightly, and I froze, my breath caught in my throat. After a moment, she settled, still deep in sleep.