Shattered Night

GIDEON'S POV

I rip my ringing phone from my pocket. It is Tamsin. I answer the call, expecting to hear her soft humming or a cheerful update about her first date with Draven. Instead, a fragile voice bleeds through the speaker, drowned out by hysterical sobbing, searing pain, and pure, unadulterated terror.

"Gideon!"

"Tamsin? Where are you? What happened to you?" I yell into the receiver.