Eira woke to the sound of her phone ringing. Groaning softly, she reached over to the side table, picking it up and squinting at the screen.
7:08 PM.
Her gaze shifted to the name flashing on the screen—Jania.
With a sigh, she leaned back against the headboard and answered.
"Hey," Jania's voice came through, brisk but laced with concern. "Reed told me what happened. I called earlier, but you didn't pick up. How are you holding up?"
"I'm fine. Just took a nap." Eira rubbed her temples, her voice steady. "Did you get what I asked Reed to deliver?"
Jania's sigh came from the other end. "Yeah, I got it. And I questioned the captive Reed brought in."
Eira straightened, her focus sharpening. "And? What did you find out?"
"He claims they weren't after you or the Dellingers."
Eira frowned. "Then who—?"
"Cyran Carver," Jania cut in, her tone grim. "They were after him."
"What? Why?"
