Chapter 39. End of the Storm

Evelyn

I grabbed Chloe’s phone and dialed—my hands shaking uncontrollably.

“Jacob?” My voice cracked.

“Evelyn?!” Jacob’s voice shot through the line like lightning. “Did he hurt you? Baby, are you okay?”

But before I could speak, Tyler leaned in, grinning darkly.

“Hey, buddy.” His voice was sickly sweet, venom wrapped in sugar. “I’m about to kill your Evelyn. You hear that? I hope the mic picks up the gunshot when I blow her fucking brains out. I might just paint the car red.”

I froze.

My blood turned to ice as he pulled the gun from his pocket.

“No, no, no—Tyler, no!”

Jacob’s voice rang through the speaker—frantic, broken.

I