Ezekiel
The phone barely rang once before Aida picked up.
“Ezekiel!” she answered, her voice bright and giggly, full of that overly sweet tone she always used with me. “Oh my God, you actually called! I’ve been waiting for you to—”
I cut her off sharply, my grip tightening around the phone.
“Did you take the necklace?”
There was a brief pause on her end. The giggly energy vanished instantly.
“W-what?” she asked, suddenly cautious.
“You heard me,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. “Did you go into my room without my permission and take the necklace I bought?”
“Ezekiel, you don’t have to yell like that, you know,” she replied, trying to sound innocent and a little hurt. “It’s not nice.”
“Don’t piss me the f**k off, Aida,” I snapped, anger boiling over. “Answer the damn question. D
