Nico
I heaved out a deep sigh as I called Alaric again, only for the line to cut abruptly before a cold automated voice informed me that his phone had been switched off.
I stared at the screen for several long seconds afterward, irritation slowly settling inside my chest.
Why the hell had he called me if he was not going to speak afterward?
Dramatic princess.
The thought crossed my mind almost immediately as I tossed my phone carelessly onto the marble counter beside me before heading toward the terrace of my penthouse.
The cool Monaco wind hit my skin the moment the glass doors slid open.
I was dressed in nothing except a loose pair of dark joggers hanging low against my hips while my upper body remained bare, exposing skin still slightly damp from the shower I had taken earlier.
