5
We reached the house without any collisions, accident or otherwise, and went inside. John stripped off his black gear and we were just going into the study when my coat rang; it was my phone in the pocket. I dashed down the hall, grabbed it out, and, without looking at the number, answered it. “Hello?”
“Hello, Trix, it’s Will Tanner.” My blood ran cold at the name, and the rest of me wanted to run, too. Fortunately, he was on the other side of a phone call; I didn’t have too much to physically fear from him.
I glanced where John stood; I turned away from him and lowered my voice. “What are you doing calling me? I told you to leave me alone,” I spat out. I hoped the spittle reached him.
If it did, he didn’t notice. “I wanted to apologize for what I did last night. I shouldn
