Bab 150: How to fix it?

Azrael paced back and forth in the living room, the phone next to his ear and his other hand on his waist, clutching it as if it would help him relieve his tension and subdued anger. He wanted to call his father and scream at him, but there was someone more important he needed to reach.

"Answer it, Knox Arden…" he muttered. He couldn't help but worry after the news broke. He began to feel nervous. His agitation only doubled after he remembered bits of his dream.

The ringtone ended and he was sent to voicemail instead. Azrael ran his hand over his face in frustration. He swept his hair back and yanked on it after the phone rang again, but this time it wasn't Knox, but Lyssana.

He contemplated whether to answer or not. Seconds later, the phone was back on his ear, and beyond a worried voice came out.