Scarlett's POV
The silence on the line grew heavier each time I hit redial. I stood in the corner of the study, phone pressed against my ear, listening to the hollow ringing. No answer. Again.
I lowered my phone, staring at the darkened screen as if it might give me an explanation if I glared hard enough. This was new to me. Normally, he would answer right away if I called, since I wouldn't contact him unless I needed his help.
Did something happen on his end? I couldn't help but feel worried.
After all, he wasn't the type to ignore calls without a reason.
I dialed again. One ring. Two. Three. Still nothing. I sighed, exhaling slowly through my nose and resisted the temptation to throw my phone onto the desk.
"Still nothing?" a voice asked from the doorway.
Lucien.
None other than
