Adrian's POV
"Reynold," the name flashes boldly on the screen.
The f**k does he want?
Rage was boiling deep into my blood, and j was trying to control it. I swear I'm ready to curse him out the moment he picks up. But then I remember Harry.
Was he calling about Harry?
My thumb slides over the screen before I finally answer. "What is it, Reynold?" My voice comes out angrily . No point hiding the irritation. He just yanked me out of the only moment I've had all night to enjoy with Violet.
Reynold doesn't waste time. "What about Harry?" I snap before he can speak. The second I mention Harry. Violet's face went white. Curiosity masks across her delicate features, eyes narrowing as she leans closer.
"Harry's fine," Reynold says quickly, like he can sense I'm two seconds from losing it. "
