As the door burst open, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. In a desperate move, I flung the phone across the room, watching it disappear into a pile of pillows I had set up earlier.
“I’m not going to repeat myself. Where is the phone?”
Lucian’s voice was ice-cold, laced with barely contained fury. My pulse hammered as I stood frozen, scrambling for an explanation. How did he know?
Could Mira...?
No. She wouldn’t. That would be risking her job,she was the one who gave it to me in the first place.
I bit my lip, choosing silence, but-Lucian wasn’t having it. His chest heaved up and down with anger, his sharp gaze pinning me down like a predator to its prey.
“A call was received, and your voice was on the line.” His tone was dangerously low. “I’ll ask one last time—where is—”
Befo
