Amanda’s POV.
“I think I’ve fallen in love with him,” I whisper into the mouthpiece of my phone, though I eventually have to wrench the phone away from my ear when Angel screeches into her own mouthpiece.
“Angel!”
“Sorry, sorry,” she doesn’t sound sorry though. I hear her mutter something, probably an apology, probably to the poor person who had to deal with her screech in person. I heart footsteps and the slamming of a door, then her voice flows through the speaker again.
“So when are you two going to meet next and what are you planning to do?”
“At his hotel,” where we have been meeting for the past three weeks. “Only he asked me to pack a bag this time, I think he wants to go to his pack with him.”
Angel goes silent for a minute and I can practically feel her uneasiness from the
