Burning Vow

Donovan POV.

The call came in just before dawn, jolting me awake. I fumbled for my phone, squinting at the screen, and immediately recognized Hayes’s number. A call at this hour could only mean something was seriously wrong.

“Hayes, what is it?” I asked, my voice thick with sleep and unease.

“Sir, there’s been an incident,” he said, his voice urgent. “Vivienne’s mansion—there was a fire. The house