The moment his words ended, the few drops of his blood in my veins tore at my fragile heart like claws. I collapsed as if from cardiac arrest, the pain in my chest so severe it felt like being ripped apart.
Gritting my teeth, I clutched my phone and spat, "Lancaster, rot in hell! You vile, second-rate bloodsucking freak—even if Kailia were alive, she'd never love you!"
His dark laughter slithered through the line. "Heh, so you've sensed my 'profound yearning'? Don't dare stand me up, Emo, or you'll pay dearly." The call disconnected with a click.
Profound yearning my foot! I wouldn't go even if hell froze over!
"Emory, what's wrong?" Airila rushed to steady me, guiding me to a chair.
"Nothing..." I gasped through clenched teeth, but just as suddenly as it came, the pain vanished, my pulse steadying.
