The line rang once.
She picked up.
“What?”
I leaned against the counter with the glass in my hand.
“Well damn,” I said calmly. “That’s how we greet people now?”
“Why are you calling me, Ares?”
Her voice was tough.
Not emotional.
Sharp.
I liked that.
“Just checking to see how you spent my money.”
“Money I didn’t ask for.”
I took another sip and looked out across the city.
“So how’d you spend it?”
“I was going to take a trip with it, but I didn’t.”
That actually made me chuckle.
“Lying already?”
“I’m not lying,” she snapped. “I haven’t touched it.”
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t want anything from you in the first place. You knew that I was with you because of what was on the inside. I guess I was wrong, and my friends were right about you being a piece of shit man with money.”
There was no anger in that.
Just honesty.
Amara had never begged to stay in my life.
That was part of why she didn’t bother me.
“I’m over all of this,” she said finally. “So don’t call me again.”
“You didn’t block me.”
“I forgot, but I am now.”
She added, calmer this time, “Have a good life, Ares.”
The line clicked dead.
I lowered the phone slowly.
