His jaw tightened as he pressed the green button and put the phone to his ear. "Talk to me," he commanded.
Silence on the other end. Not the empty silence of a disconnected call, but a heavy, listening silence.
He could almost feel a breath being held. He straightened up, the child and her flower offering now secondary.
"Who is this?" he growled, already moving towards the building, his eyes scanning every window, every doorway.
"Enjoying your day out with Lyse, Levi?"
The voice was a purr, distorted and metallic, but unmistakable. Ophelia. A cold dread, sharp and damning, flooded his system.
"I'm surprised you have the guts to call me," he said, his voice dangerously low. He was at the door now, pushing through it, his eyes locking on Lyse who was helping a small boy with a puzzle.
"I wouldn't do this if I were you," the purred continued, laced with amusement. "Don't look at her. Don't even think about her. Or my finger might just slip."
