A plan of my own

Ethan’s P.O.V

“Does the name Guillotine ring a bell?” The declaration was followed by a small cackle, and I felt goosebumps peel across my neck. “You don’t have much time to tell me what you want.”

I felt my heart stop in my chest as I gripped the phone even tighter than before, what in God’s name was going on? I was looking for this man and now he was calling me.

“What do you want?” I asked for starters, my heart thumping in my chest, the voice of the man on the phone with me now sounded like a man in his mid-sixties, yet it was still the scariest voice I had ever heard. “How did you get my phone number?”

“You can only ask me ten questions are you sure you want to waste those slots asking unreasonable things?” He asked me teasingly, and my breathing became labored. I don’t think he is lying, there are only a few people who would know Guillotine, the author of Valentine’s Day and that could be Valentina, Travis, and I.

“If you had found me would you be asking me those same questions?”