“What do you mean?” he sighed, the sound full of frustration and impatience. There was no way she would give him the satisfaction of an emotional outburst. Telling her she threw a tantrum and calling her a loose end was his method of goading an outraged response from her.

You made a lot of angry threats during your tantrum before you left, and I have too much at stake right now to leave loose ends.” “Of course I’m keeping track of you, Lila. Could he be responsible for the text messages and the incident yesterday? Would he stoop so low as to hire a thug to frighten his daughter into running back to the fold? “You’re having me watched?” She worked to keep her voice level, and free from anger. I know you have a busy schedule, what with all the riding on backs of motorcycles you’ve been doing lately, so let’s skip the small talk.” I assume there is a purpose for this unexpected phone call beyond your inquiry into our wellbeing. The decision to move away from home had been difficult for Lila’s mother to accept, and while she was just as guilty as the wannabe governor in Lila’s eyes, she had a bit of a softer spot for her mother. How are you? How’s mom?” There wasn’t any point in engaging in a battle right from the start. The childish gesture made her feel marginally better.

Lila held the phone away from her ear, and stuck her tongue out at it.

Lila rolled her eyes at her own spinelessness, picked up the phone and located her father’s cell number in her contacts.

Striker by lilly atlas