Chapter 32 You Act Like You Know Him

• The soft glow of Zara’s phone screen illuminated her face as it buzzed unexpectedly. An unknown number. A ripple of unease, faint but persistent, stirred within her. Usually, she’d let such calls go to voicemail, but a strange curiosity, a prickling sensation on her skin, urged her to answer.
• Curious, and slightly cautious, she tapped the green icon. “Hello?” Her voice was crisp, wary.
• A voice she hadn’t heard in weeks, yet one etched into the very fabric of her past smooth, arrogant, and unmistakably familiar l sliced through the quiet of her apartment.