Dilemma

Darla's POV

I could not breathe for a moment. His words repeated in my head again and again. “I never sent that message.”

I scowled at the phone like it was lying to me. But Jace's voice on the phone was not shaking, not mocking, not like my Jace who enjoyed torturing me.

"You'd think I'd believe you?" I finally managed to croak. My throat had dried up.

"I promise you, Darla," he said in a rush. "I don't know who threatened you. It wasn't me."

I pressed my hand against my chest. "But it was sent from your number."

"Then someone has got my line or is pretending to be me. You know I'm careless, but I would never do that to you."

I bit down hard on my lip. His words sounded sincere. For the first time since this nightmare started, I doubted myself. Could it be somebody else?

"Why would I trust you?" I demanded.

"Because I have nothing to lose by killing you like that," he said. His tone dropped, almost husky. "I already lost you. What else do you expect me to want?"

The silence that