The moment Sophia took a hesitant step back, her heart pounded in her chest as she watched the door swing shut, sealing off the last trace of Arthur as he disappeared beyond it.
Only then did she allow herself to glance down at her trembling hand. Her fingers curled tightly around a cold, rectangular object. Her breath hitched. It was Arthur's phone.
Angel had warned her—warned her that Arthur would do everything in his power to isolate them, to cut off any chance of reaching the outside world.
That's why Angel had insisted on creating a distraction, something subtle enough to divert Arthur's suspicion, giving Sophia the perfect opportunity to secure the phone before he realized what had happened. And now, it was in her possession.
A sharp wave of urgency crashed over her. There was no time to hesitate. She needed to act fast. The only option left was to find someone—anyone—who could get them out of this nightmare before it was too late.
Tryson.
