Rain.
Emma grabs the phone from my hand.
“Give it back,” I whisper, my voice sounding thin and foreign to my own ears.
“No.” Her eyes are hard, fixed on mine with a fierce, protective intensity.
“Not a chance in hell, Rain. You know exactly what happens the second you let her back in. You’ve spent too long cleaning up her messes.”
“I just… how does she even have this number?” I reach out, my fingers trembling. “What if something is wrong? What if she’s—”
“What if she’s lying? Because she is. She always is.” Emma steps back, pulling the phone out of my reach. “She’s bad news, Rain. She’s a black hole that will suck the life right out of you until there’s nothing left.”
“She always finds me, Em. You know if I don’t answer she’ll—”
“Look at me.”
I force my gaze up to hers.
“Forget a
