Chapter 112: A Thunderous Strike

The silence that followed the dead line was more deafening than any scream. Jayla Letherdale stood frozen, her face a pale canvas of shock and terror. The phone, a simple black rectangle, lay on the floor like a dead thing, its final, venomous words echoing in the sudden stillness of the bedroom. Holden Duffus moved before the last reverberation of the clatter faded. His expression, moments ago soft with affection, was now carved from ice. He crossed the room in two swift strides, enveloping...