“Ate…”
Jeron’s suspicious voice echoed again from the phone.
Jayda immediately turned her back against the couch while lowering her voice.
“There’s nobody here.”
From behind her—
A low laugh escaped Damek quietly.
Jayda instantly shot him a glare over her shoulder.
Damek looked entirely too entertained for someone who barely slept after a near-death situation.
He remained sprawled lazily across the couch, one arm behind his head now while morning sunlight spilled softly across the living room.
The scene looked unfairly peaceful.
Especially compared to last night.
“Ate,” Jeron repeated dramatically. “You only use that voice when someone’s there.”
Jayda’s eyes widened.
“What voice?”
“That embarrassed voice.”
Damek suddenly coughed into his fist to hide another laugh.
Traitor.
