I leave the shower only mildly refreshed, but the annoying itch persists. It’s there, far beneath the surface of my skin. And there’s only one goddamned way to scratch it. I pull out my phone, swipe the screen, and stare at her number.
“Christ. I’ve lost my f*****g mind,” I whisper aloud as I give in to the urge and dial.
The phone rings once. Twice. Three times.
“Would you just go get laid already?” Sapphire snaps the moment the ringing stops, her voice thick with sleep. “I guarantee it’ll be more satisfying than these late-night prank calls.”
The corners of my lips twitch despite the wretched night. “I would if you’re offering, fiammetta.”
“Zade?” Her voice is suddenly alert. “What the—" She pauses, then huffs. “You know it’s the middle of the night, right? There are limits to a cli
