AMELIA’S P.O.V
Marjorie was silent on the other end of the call for a minute and I started to fear the worst. For a second, I thought she had hung up but I could hear her steady breathing and I knew she had just chosen not to respond.
“Just tell me if I’m right or wrong,” I said when she wouldn’t respond. “All of this thinking, all of this tossing and turning is driving me mad. Please, I need to know exactly what I am dealing with here. I need to know whether I am going to lose my mate.”
“Will you stop whining for five seconds?” she cut me off and I froze. “If you are going to ask a question then you better be ready to wait for a response. I was thinking about how to respond. I don’t need your incessant whining in my mind.”
I was stunned. I didn’t know whether to apologize or speak back to her so instead, I stayed silent. She let out a sigh and I could imagine her rolling her eyes at me.