AMELIA walked over to the vanity and picked up the phone, her fingers steady even though her heart was anything but. One glance at the screen confirmed what she already knew.
**Adrian.**
She rolled her eyes slightly, a tired breath escaping her lips. Of course. Hazel must have called him the very second she stepped out of that room. Amelia swiped to answer and brought the phone to her ear, her tone neutral, almost bored.
“Hello, Adrian.”
“What exactly do you think you are doing?” His voice came sharp and hot through the line, barely restrained. “Weekly boarding school? Are you serious right now, Amelia?”
She leaned back against the vanity, crossing one leg over the other.
“Good afternoon to you too.”
“Don’t do that,” he snapped. “Don’t try to sound calm like this is nothing. You ma
