Ravyn sat there in the quiet, Daisy's phone still in his hand, his thoughts scattered, not sitting right with him at all, like everything happening around him was pulling him in different directions at once and he couldn't lock in on a single decision.
Maybe it was Bryan's condition, maybe it was everything piling up at the same time, but for once, his mind refused to give him a clear answer.
In the end, he stopped overthinking it and spoke. "Who the fuck are you," Ravyn said, his voice low and sharp, "and why are you calling my woman?"
The reaction was instant.
The line went dead.
Ravyn stared at the phone for a second, his expression darkening before he tried calling back immediately, but the call didn't even go through. The number was unreachable, like it had never existed in the first place.
His lips pressed into a thin line as irritation crept in, mixing with something colder, and heavier.
