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E ach ring of the phone in my ear pisses me off even more until he finally answers. “You fucked up!” I screech.

“Stop acting like a banshee and explain why you’re having a temper tantrum, India.”

I can’t help but laugh. “You don’t know, do you?”

His silence causes me to laugh even harder.

“Care to elaborate what it is you’re on about?”

“You failed again, and we won’t get another chance, Avram.”

“I said, what is it you're on about? I’m growing irritated.”

“I said you failed! He has her. Roman has the girl. And better yet, he says she’s his mate!” I scream into the phone.

“I figured she might be when I stopped by the house and realized she carried the same scent as the first peasant. Elaborate on what you mean by he has her? I was just at the house yesterday.”

“What the fuck else could I mean when I say he has her, you pompous ass?! He has her. In his arms. Right. Now. I was just there to try and get closer to him in his time of need, and you fucked it all up again!”

My lips pull into a feral grin when he roars into the phone as I hang up to let him stew in his failure.