Lillian River's POV - TW - Drugs, kidnapping, torture, blood, death. Continue at your own risk.My phone buzzed. I didn't jump - I felt it before it even lit up. Like a ripple across my spine. Something in my ears hummed, like a warning. Something bad was going to happen, something dangerous. I grabbed the phone from the kitchen counter, ignoring the mug of tea steeping beside me. The screen lit up the moment the phone was in my hand. I saw the notification. It was a message from Arte.'Hey Lil… sorry, things got crazy. I’m okay. Just really need to see you. Please come alone. Don’t tell anyone. I’ll explain everything, promise. It’s urgent. Here's the address. Hurry.'I was about to bang out a reply immediately. But my thumb hovered above the keyboard. At first? Relief. The tightness in my chest loosened. She was okay. I'd been waiting for what felt like forever for her to text me back, hounding George, Mia and Margot. Arte usually called me at night to go through 'mental exercises'
Last Updated : 2025-06-22
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