I hadn't planned on calling him. But that night, lying in bed with the weight of the day finally beginning to press into my chest, I did. I told myself it was curiosity, a need for clarity after his supposed gift. But I knew the truth, it was more than just curiosity; it was intrigue.
My thumb hovered too long over the number before finally dialing it. For some reason, my breath faltered as it began to ring, once, twice, and then his voice replaced the monotonous sound.
"Ariella," He said with no preamble at all. "I was wondering when you'd give in."
I rolled my eyes. He was so arrogant, so infuriatingly smooth.
"Don't flatter yourself," I said. "I want to know what the hell that was about. Mercury? Where did you get all the proof? How did you know it was him?"
I had so many questions and I was probably rambling at this point.
