Chapter 5

I landed in San Francisco shortly after midnight.

The moment I turned on my phone, twelve missed calls appeared on the screen.

All of them were from Alaric.

The first message had arrived six minutes after I boarded.

“Where are you?”

Four minutes later:

“This isn’t funny, Sienna. Call me.”

Then:

“Did you go to Victoria’s?”

“We need to discuss this before you make a permanent mistake.”

The messages stopped for almost forty minutes.

That must have been when he drove home.

The next one was different.

“I’m at the house. Your suitcase is gone.”

Then:

“Why is your ring…