MIGUEL'S MANSION
Miguel was in bed, barely holding onto consciousness as sleep crept over him, when his phone rang.
He groaned, muttering under his breath. "Asking for a moment of uninterrupted sleep shouldn’t be too much," he said, rubbing his face.
Reaching for his phone, he saw the call had already ended. With a sigh, he checked the caller ID, only to be met with an unexpected surprise—it was a private number. "I don't have time for this."
Just as he was about to put the phone down, it started ringing again. This time, he answered.
A familiar female voice came through the line.
Miguel’s expression darkened. He recognized her immediately. "Bridget."
They hadn’t spoken directly since she had been released from detention on probation.
Miguel's voice was cold and unwelcoming. "Wh
