ELLA'S POV
A deep scowl rested on my lips. For a split moment, I’d forgotten how much of a jerk Christopher Larson was. Well, that changed when he snapped back to his usual mean self. A jolt coursed throughout my entire body, by the buzz of my phone.
My eyes drifted to the screen and a grunt escaped the tip of my lips, when I saw who the text was from. I really didn't need to see his name appear on my screen to know who it was.
Since it was a private number, one glance at it and I knew it was from one of the Caviers. Despite my hesitation, I reached for the phone and my eyes hovered over the simple yet blunt text.
Don't keep us waiting, El.
I wrinkled my nose, and laid back on bed, facing the ceiling. A few minutes ago, the injuries I'd sustained earlier were enough excuses to s
