Adrian POV
I stood outside the mansion, waiting for the driver to bring the car over for our departure, when my phone buzzed.
I pulled it from my pants pocket and glanced at the screen.
James Norton.
My temper spiked instantly. My fist tightened around the phone as my jaw clenched in restrained fury.
After everything he had done to her, he still had the audacity to call me.
Was he truly that shameless?
It seemed Maurice had been lenient with my instructions. Otherwise, how would he even have the time to call me?
My chest heaved furiously, I was about to reject the call but on a second thought I accepted it.
Maybe I was curious, maybe I was expecting something else. Maybe I hoped for remorse, repentance… or some pitiful excuse.
"Yes?" I clipped.
His voice filtered through the line, carefully restrained, his emotions masked so well I couldn't read him.
"Alpha Carter," he said, a faint smirk coloring his tone.
