chapter 21(2)

He groans. His giant hand rakes down his face as he rubs the spot he smacked on the door frame. As fucking ridiculous as he acts, Kaif’s confused, manic state is giving me more time to heal up and catch my breath. “Keep calling him Marabella,” Lucas calls out breathlessly. She must have heard him because she calls Kaif’s name. His eyes scan the floor as he searches for her voice. Then, as if the realization finally hits him, Kaif barges me out of his way, locates the phone, and scoops it off the floor, where it’s been lying all this time because of him. His fingers are too big to work the screen, and he growls in frustration. “Kaif, can you hear me?” Marabella asks. Her voice stammers out shakily, and Kaif prods the phone, but his claws are getting in the way. “Why can’t I see? Why does it not work?” Kaif growls as his claws scratch my phone’s screen, cracking it all over. Yeah, I’m probably going to have to get a new phone after this escapade. That motherfucker should get ready to cov