Jaxon
I look at the clock and snort, the ticking of the hands marks the time with irritating precision. The ringing of the phone echoes in my ear as I wait, my jaw clenching with frustration. One, two, three rings... I get to ten before her voice finally reaches me.
"Yes."
It's a single syllable, effortless and devoid of urgency, but its melodic and defiant tone slips over me like a sharp blade. A shiver runs down my spine, but I grit my teeth.
"What's not clear to you about answering me every hour?" I growl, my tone low, controlled, but imbued with warning.
"The part of answering you."
I stiffen. That f*****g tone. That answer. That damn habit of hers to drive me crazy.
"Mia." Her name is a warning, a thorn in my language.
"Yes?" she replies with an unnerving calmness, and I can a
