HENRY POV
Val giggled again, that high-pitched, slurred sound grating against every nerve in my body. I had half a mind to rip the phone out of Dax’s hand and yell at her myself, but I forced my fists to unclench and stayed where I was, perched on the edge of his desk.
Dax’s knuckles were white as he gripped the phone tighter. “Where is Maria?” he repeated, his voice low and dangerous. “Is she with you? Pass her the phone now.”
There was a shuffle on the other end of the line, followed by the muffled thump of music and more giggles. My jaw clenched so tight it hurt.
“She’s... uh... somewhere around here,” Val finally answered, dragging the words out like she couldn’t be bothered to focus.
“Somewhere?” I snapped, my frustration boiling over. “What the hell does that mean, Val?”
