TAYLOR POV
"Why don't you pick your calls?!" he roared. "I have been calling your line, you witch!"
Rose scoffed.
"Why are you talking to me like that, Malcolm?" she said calmly. "Have you forgotten I'm not one of your wolves? Don't raise your voice at me."
Then she walked past him, sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and began inspecting her nails like she had all the time in the world.
"If you must know," she added lightly, "I almost lost my life. It's by luck I'm alive."
I leaned against the wall and folded my arms.
This was getting good.
Malcolm's jaw twitched. His voice dropped, still rough but no longer shouting.
"Did you kill the girl?"
"No," she said. "She escaped. Along with the old man."
The room froze.
Malcolm's eyes widened.
"Wait. Logan actually met his teacher… and you let that old idiot get away?"
Her gaze lifted slowly to him.
"I didn't let him get away. I wanted to kill him. Like you ordered. Both the old man and Bella. But we had… interruptions."
