Chapter 537

“Damn it!” Naomi ran her fingers through her hair for what felt like the hundredth time. The phone she had been using to call Victor—or to return Chad’s abruptly disconnected call—was hurled onto the middle of the bed.

Ever since Chad had suddenly cut the line, a restless unease and a creeping sense of dread had wrapped around her without mercy. For some reason, that call felt like a warning.

But…