Chapter 50

What was the possibility that the voice I heard belonged to Dawn?

The thought gnawed at me. The coldness, the authority in that voice—it matched Dawn’s so perfectly that it was almost impossible to dismiss. But why would she be here, in the dead of night, speaking so darkly about someone’s fate? The Dawn I knew was filled with hatred and jealousy, but this? This was something else entirely.

The figure on the phone paced back and forth, her tone growing more frustrated with each passing second.

“I don't care how difficult it is,” the voice snapped, and my heart pounded in my chest. It was unmistakable now. The voice was Dawn's. “You have three days. No more excuses. If you can't find her, then I'll have to take matters into my own hands, and you know what that means.”

A cold sweat broke out across my forehead. Who was she talking about? And what did she mean by “taking matters into her own hands”? I had never seen this side of Dawn before—calculating, ruthless. It was as if she