[3 DAYS LATER]
“Hello? Uhm, who am I talking to?”
It’s Monday morning and Naomi’s phone rang in the middle of her breakfast (considering that grabbing a protein bar before running off to the house since she was already getting late for her first class, breakfast). The sun hit her straight in the face when she looked up before picking up the call, wincing at how a yellow-orange tint forced her to shut her eyelids briefly.
A clear, static noise travelled straight through Naomi’s eardrums before a voice was heard on the other side. The girl furrowed her eyebrows as she tightened her grip on the strap of her bag. The number is unregistered, which means this might be something she needs to approach more carefully.
After Liberty told her about Lucifer and her shortened life span, she had
