MEGAN'S POV
For a second, I just stand there, frozen, staring at my phone like it's suddenly grown fangs.
Xarion?
What the hell does he want?
"What do you want, Xarion?" I snap, my voice sharper than I intend. But honestly? I don't care.
I've had a hell of a day, and the last thing I need is him calling me out of the blue like he has any right to.
"Megan…" he starts, his voice calm, but I cut him off immediately.
"What makes you think you can just call my phone now? Did I give you permission to contact me whenever you feel like it?"
There's a pause on the other end, and I know he’s taking a second to decide how to answer.
"Please, calm down," he says gently, his tone frustratingly soft. "I saw the news. About the attack at Prime Build Supply. I was told you were there. With the t
