Drawing the Line

Thalia’s POV

I wore a path across the living room floor with the phone pressed to my ear, letting out a long, tired breath. On the other end of the line, Beckett’s voice stayed steady, refusing to let the matter drop.

“Look, I really think the two of us need to sit down together,” Beckett insisted. “Just grab lunch and hash all of this out—Kaelen’s ultimatum, Cecilia, and whatever our next move