Chapter 139

The loft was shrouded in a restless silence, the kind that pressed down like a weight on all of us. The clock on the wall ticked relentlessly, each second stretching longer than the one before it. Despite the late hour, none of us could bring ourselves to sleep—not with Killian’s call looming over us like a storm cloud.

Jett was sprawled across the sofa, his legs hanging over the armrest as he tossed a ball made up of shadows into the air and caught it repeatedly. His pitch-black hair was a wild mess, reflecting his impatience.

His turquoise-colored eyes flicked toward the Luna cell phone Killian had given me as it sat on the accent table in front of the sofa with every soft thud of the ball against his hand.

“Would it kill him to call on time for once?” Jett muttered, catching the shadow ball with a bit more force than necessary.

Renard, seated on the sofa right next to him, glanced up from the book in his lap. His handsome features were more composed than u