"Beauty, have you lost your damn mind or gone deaf?
Why the hell aren't you answering any of my calls?"
Lucas's thunderous voice blasted through the phone, making Beauty's delicate brows furrow.
"I just left my phone in my bag and didn't hear it.
Besides, what could possibly be so important that you'd need me?"
What the—?
Since when did this brat dare to talk back?
And what did she mean, "what could be so important"?
Clearly, she'd gotten too comfortable these past few days without a proper scolding.
Spoiled rotten—that's what she was.
"Beauty, listen up.
From now on, anything I say to you is important more important than the sky itself.
I *am* your sky now, got it?"
Lucas was so furious he nearly hurled his phone across the room.
Here she was, still recovering from an injury, not resting at home like she should, but instead running around God knows where—ignoring his calls like some reckless idiot.
Did she even realize how worried she made people?
