She hung up.
The phone slipped from my grasp, the sound of it clattering on the marble floor echoing the hollow feeling in my chest. My breath hitched. Valerie's arms were around me in an instant, but it felt like I was underwater, her words muffled and distant.
"Hailey? What is it? What did she say?" Giovanni's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog.
I couldn't form the words. My tongue felt thick and useless. All I could see was Dominic's face, all I could feel was the phantom pain of a silver bullet I knew he'd taken. He's alive. For now. The words replayed in my mind, a vicious loop.
"She has him," I finally choked out, my voice a raw, broken thing. "Tricia has Dominic and Carlos."
The room went still. The air crackled with a sudden, violent energy. Giovanni's face hardened into
