Vera stood in the center of her room, pacing back and forth like a storm trapped in a glass box. Her phone was pressed tightly against her ear, her brows drawn together, lips pulled tight in frustration.
"Will you stop yelling?" she snapped into the phone, her voice low but sharp. "Do you think it's easy trying to go through with the plan? Zayn has not been around and when I put the poison inside his food thinking he would eat this night, I never knew he would personally go save that boy!"
Her hand trembled slightly, but she tried to steady herself, wrapping her free arm around her waist as she walked to the edge of the bed and sat down hard.
Arnold's voice crackled through the speaker, loud and furious. "If you had focused on the plan and not troubled yourself with that boy, things wou
