Ezra
The screen of my phone lit up, drawing a huge sigh from my lips as soon as I saw who it was.
Carden.
I had successfully diverted our conversations to texting as it was easier and briefer to speak to him that way.
“It’s been three days Carden. No one has died.” I said irritably as soon as I answered the call.
I knew my uncle. If I didn’t pick up, he will keep calling and revert to calling Draco, who was surely going to bring the phone answered and straight to my ears.
“How about a proper greeting, son?” the gruff voice on the other end spoke. I could imagine him having his usual emotionless expression, while he scratched his chin.
Sometimes, I wondered if I truly took after my father. Because I had learned true coldness from Carden.
“Good evening, Uncle Carden.” I replied dryly
