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."
