"Wait, what? Who's we?" Fedora let out a low, guttural sneer, swiftly pulling the phone away from his skin as if the device had suddenly turned white-hot.
He couldn't hold it back anymore; the accumulating disgust that had been simmering in his gut finally overflowed.
Fedora glared at the darkened screen, his eyes burning with an irrational distaste so sharp it carved lines into his beautiful features, as if Sarah could actually see his silent snarl through the digital void.
"Mmmhm!" Sarah's voice hummed over the line, a tone so heavy with rage-worthiness that it made his teeth ache.
Fedora didn't need to see her face to know the expression she wore. With that specific, rhythmic hum, she was undoubtedly nodding, her lips pursed into a wicked, self-satisfied line, savoring the precise moment of his mental crash-out.
