chapter 60

Angela’s POV

I stormed across my room, anger pulsing through my veins, my hands trembling with rage. I had waited long enough. James was supposed to have done this already, and from the sound of Lyra’s voice earlier, it didn’t seem like Kurtis and she were anywhere near breaking up.

How could he have messed this up?

I grabbed my phone, barely able to control the fury boiling inside me as I scrolled to James’s number. My finger hovered over the call button for a moment before I hit it, pacing back and forth as the phone rang in my ear. It rang and rang. I was about to lose it when, finally, he picked up.

“Angela,” James’s voice came through, lazy and nonchalant.

I didn’t even let him finish. “What the hell, James? What the actual hell?!”

There was a pause, and I could almost picture his smug, unbothered face on the other end of the line. “What are you talking about?”

“You know “exactly” what I’m talking about,” I hissed, my free hand curling into a tight fist. “You were supposed to bre