Lyla
The shrill sound of my phone cut through my subconscious mind, making me stir from sleep.
I groaned softly, pressing my face deeper into Ramsey's warm chest, hoping the noise would stop. The twins had finally settled down for the night after hours of restless kicking, and my body craved every minute of rest it could get.
But the phone rang again.
I felt Ramsey stir beneath me, his arm tightening protectively around my waist before he reached across me with his free hand.
"It's your sister," he mumbled against my hair, his voice still thick with sleep as he handed me.
In the next instant, I was wide awake. Clarissa never called this late unless something was seriously wrong. Since we travelled here, we'd always chat on the phone and nothing more. So, this was strange. My heart hammered against my ribs as I took the phone, noting the time – 2:47 AM.
I slid out from under Ramsey's arm and sat up against the headboard.
