50 | Oops

*** Liliana's POV

I was startled awake by a buzzing sound, the kind that drags you from the depths of sleep whether you’re ready or not. Reaching for my phone on the nightstand, I squinted against the light from the screen.

——— > Don’t leave the apartment.

Well, that’s a little cryptic for the morning, I thought, frowning at the message. Eamon. He’d left again before I woke up, and a pang of irritation twisted in my chest. Was this how it was going to be? Long nights together followed by longer days spent apart, with only mysterious messages to hold me over?

——— > Tonight we’ll talk.

I sighed, setting the phone down beside me. There it was—confirmation that the pattern might continue. I glanced across my studio apartment, my eyes landing on the gaping hole in the sheetrock and the bent wood in the doorframe. A sh