Chapter 91

EMBER's POV

I stared at my phone as it rang for the umpteenth time. I didn't need to check the caller ID to know who it was. It was the same person it had been, the past couple of days, and my feelings remained unchanged. I did not want to speak to Paris.

I didn't want to listen to the lies, nor did I want to have my emotions dragged. He was capable of doing both. I was more than happy to live without the two.

So I stared at my phone while it rang one more time, and when I'd had enough, I turned the phone upside down and got up to walk away from the phone.

"Paris again?" Axel asked when he stepped into the room and heard it ringing and I nodded,

"somewhat unrelenting, he is. It would have been romantic, to be honest. If the man wasn't so damn good at hurting me, every chance he gets."

"let him stew, then."

I looked at the phone that had gone quiet and shrugged, "did you need something?" I asked, looking back at my brother.

"yes. I wanted to speak to you about the vandals."