章節 142: The Demon Behind Me

I stomped around my room, trying to compose my thoughts when the phone rang again. I swooped down to the bed and swiped up the phone. It was Sebastian.

"Hi," I whispered, almost breathless. 

"What's wrong?" he asked immediately. "Why do you sound like that?" I could hear the anxiety in his voice. 

"I… ran up the stairs," I said finally. And I had. I was wondering if I should tell him why I had done it though. 

"Sounds counterproductive unless you are trying to increase your physical fitness. Who was trying to talk to you and why did they affect you like this?" Sebastian, always cutting out the bullshit and getting to the point. 

I sighed before plopping down on the bed. "It was Ross Reynolds." There was silence on the other side.

"I thought he died," Sebastian said casually.

"No, he is alive and kicking. And still an asshole of epic proportions," I swore.