"Sofia…" Before Jack was able to get the last word out, the dial tone cut him off.

When he tried calling again, the line was busy.

It was evident that I had taken him off my block list only in order to place the call, and then block him afterwards.

Jack was a little helpless but couldn't resist the smile. She was as annoying as always, petty in rage. He enjoyed her so.

On my side, I set my phone on the table with frustration. I had finally cleared the space around me from Lyon, and Jack was hovering in my area like a persistent fly–bothering and maddening.

Did he...