-Angela-
I heard something ringing and saw Elijah’s phone on the ground. He must have dropped it when I jumped into his arms or maybe when he had f*cked me on the dresser, still leaving me panting for more. I quickly got dressed and picked it up, noticing a text notification from Harper. I didn’t mean to read it, but my eyes locked onto two words:
Hunter. Dying.
I couldn’t see the entire message since I didn’t know the code to his phone, but I saw enough to understand what was happening—Harper was apologizing for not being able to help cure him.
WHAT THE F*CK?
I turned to the door. Heart pounding in my chest and anger coursing through my veins, I didn’t hesitate. I threw the phone onto the nearest surface—the coffee table beside the couch in the middle of the room—before storming out
