"Osita Dike!" She almost screamed, startled by his sudden reaction. "Are you crazy? What's wrong with you?"
But his gaze stayed locked on her face, hard and unblinking, like he was seeing her for the first time and hating what he found. His fingers were still tight around her wrist, not crushing it, but firm enough to make a point, to assert control.
"What's the point of having a phone," he asked coldly, his voice low and dangerous, "if you ignore calls and messages?"
She stared at him, disbelief giving way to fury. With a sharp movement, she yanked her hand out of his grip forcefully. "Is this what you're upset about?" she asked, her voice rising despite herself. "This?"
She laughed, but there was no humor in it, only bitterness. "You ignored my calls for months, Osita. Messages, miss
