Chapter Seventy

TESSA

Ronan's phone went straight to voicemail for the fourth time. I could feel my stomach knotting with anxiousness. I hurled my phone onto the bed, my hands shaking somewhat. Vaughn wasn't answering either. Panic slid its way into my chest, coiling tightly. I'd tried Vaughn's phone several times, and on the few attempts at response, he'd turned it off, and my mind, quite the overactive creature