36: Stubborn

ANGELA’S POV

My feet tapped against the floor as anxiety gnawed at me. My heart beat erratically in my chest as I stared down at the caller’s ID brightened on my phone screen. Why was he calling me? Hasn't he done enough? The pain? The torture? The torment? Is it not enough?

I hated biting my nails but here I was biting them like they were the only things that ascertained the fact that I was alive and not dead. Royals was doing way too much and I was running out of time. If I didn't get what I wanted, I might have to bend to his will. The ringing stopped and relief washed through me. It was short-lived because he dialed it again and the ringing tone of my phone blared loudly.

With trembling hands, I picked it up and answered, hoping my voice didn't give away how fearful I was. If he noticed, he would prey on it and that would be worse than it was already. I swallowed hard, clearing my throat.

“Why are you calling me? Aren't we done already?” I asked him almost immediately. He