Elara's POV
“Your phone.”
Marco tossed it to me like it were an object, and walked to the private study erected at the extreme.
Still in the madness of the scary incident at the party, he returned to work. Kaid, on the other hand, was yet to return, the same as Lorenzo.
“Can I still visit?”
His muscles tensed and he looked straight ahead. I could feel his cold gaze as though his eyes were at the back of his head.
Not pushing my luck, I picked up the phone before it would be taken back from rage. Collapsing in bed, I dialed Evelyn’s and Alice’s numbers. A few times, it got sent to voice mail; other times, they didn't respond.
Oh, god.
I pressed my eyes shut. The fear of losing them weighed strong, causing me to blonk back tears. It just had to be the scary image of that skull
