DOMINIC

Maya stared at the phone in my hand. “What network?”

I ignored the question.

Silas had to learn that shouting at me was not a negotiation strategy.

She folded her arms across her chest, irritation written plainly across her face. “Seriously?”

Whether she got an answer depended on Silas. If the Blackwoods continued wasting my time, I would start giving her answers myself.

“Give me time.”

Maya’s expression hardened as she shook her head. “Call him back.”

“No.”

Her brows pulled together. “You hung up on him.”

“He was shouting.”

“You kidnapped his fiancée. What kind of reaction were you expecting?”

I slipped my phone into my pocket. “A...