Shaina’s phone rang again and again. seemingly testing her patience. Going back and forth between her hanging up and him calling again, her fury sprang into life. So she eventually accepted the call and snapped, "What are you trying to do?!"
"Get out!" Being rejected after 20 calls his voice was similarly filled with resentment.
She was confused and asked in distaste, "What are you barking at in the middle of the night?"
"I'm outside your house."
She rushed to the window and was shocked to see an Aston Martin parked outside. Maxwell was supporting a phone to his ear and leaning his rangy figure against the hood of his car. He had a cigarette held at the corner of his lips.
The flickering and imperishable flames on his stick were particularly striking in this d
