Stefan suddenly turned in his seat, still on the phone. "Lyla… are you okay?" He asked in concern, just as Susan pulled me into her side, wrapping her arm around my shoulders as I cried into her coat.
I heard Zephyr's voice over the phone, faint, but sounding panicked.
"What's wrong?! What happened?! Let me talk to her… Stefan, is she okay?! Is she hurt?! Stefan…!!!"
I sobbed harder, burying my face into Susan's shoulder.
Stefan held out the phone to me.
"Lyla, Zephyr wants to…"
I shook my head quickly.
No. I didn't want to talk to him.
He exhaled, lifting the phone back to his ear.
"She won't take it," he said simply.
Even with the volume low, I could hear and feel Zephyr crashing out at the rejection. His voice rose harshly on the other end, but I couldn't make out the words.
