Ember POV

“Make it stop,” Ember whined, covering her head with a pillow.

Marksman chuckled. The deep, rumbly sound vibrated through her most deliciously. “You should probably answer it.”

“But I know who it is,” Ember replied, her voice muffled by the pillow. “And I don’t want to talk to her.”

“She will just keep calling,” Marksman said, pulling the pillow from her face and waggling the phone in front of her.

Ember pouted but reached for the phone, answering it with a sigh. “Mother.”

“Ember,” Laura said, her voice coloured with disappointment. “You were supposed to call me yesterday.”

Ember groaned inwardly and threw the covers off. She reached...