Benedict's POV
The door slammed behind me with enough force to rattle the frame. I stood there, chest heaving, my palm still burning from the impact. The sharp crack of wood against wood was exactly what I needed to hear.
I yanked my phone from my pocket and hit Genevieve's number again.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Voicemail.
"You think this is some kind of joke?" My voice came out low and deadly calm. The kind of calm that made grown men piss themselves. "You think you can just vanish on me? Disappear like I don't own every breath you take? You know what happens to people who try to play games with me. You know exactly what I do to them. So answer your goddamn phone. Answer it right now. Or I'll make sure you spend the rest of your miserable life regretting this moment."
I stabbed the end button.
My hand trembled. Just slightly. I stared at it until it stopped.
Speed dial. Again.
Same bullshit. Ring after ring, then that sweet little voice telling me to leave a message.
