Enemies to lovers ❤️💕

Previously

…Slowly, I looked up at him. He was staring at the phone, his expression suddenly serious. “Sunshine,” he said quietly, “I think someone knows a lot more about you than you do.” Before I could answer, my tits thrilled. And somewhere outside my bedroom window, a flash of violet light illuminated the sky. I grabbed Hunter's hand. “What happens if the person sending these messages is watching us right now?” Hunter squeezed my hand. “Then they can watch me help you figure this out.” I wanted to believe him. But as the pendant pulsed with mysterious purple light, one question kept running through my mind. Why had someone warned me not to let my own boyfriend find the key?