Seraphina Quinn froze, her hand hovering in mid-air, just as she was about to knock.
It wasn't that she wanted to eavesdrop. Her legs simply felt as if they were filled with lead, refusing to move even an inch.
The man's voice continued.
Even though he had lowered his voice, the agitation and anger in his tone were still audible.
"You don't have to keep reminding me. I know what I'm doing. I'll hold up my end of the bargain, but you have to deliver on what you promised me, too. That's it."
Hearing the click that signaled he was about to hang up, Seraphina scrambled out onto the balcony in a panic.
The weather in Veldtmar was quite pleasant this time of year. The wind wasn't too cold, and as it blew over Seraphina, it cleared her head a little.
Damian Fairchild's phone call from the bathroom replayed in her mind.
She guessed it must have been Donovan Fairchild calling Damian.
She also deduced that Damian must have made some sort of deal with his father.
