Chapter 83

Summer’s POV

I found myself caught between two raging storms, unsure which tempest to surrender to—to the wild symphony of my heart, a frenzied orchestra of beats, or the seductive whisper that called my name. My throat became as parched as a desert, for I had absolutely no capability to engage in conversation with him. The mere thought of our previous encounter, which was still as vivid as a freshly painted canvas in my mind, left a bitter taste in my mouth. I could imagine it in his eyes, a burning disdain that could rival the intensity of a thousand suns — as if a storm of loathing was brewing just beneath the surface. It was crystal clear that he harbored an undeniable aversion towards me.

Taking a deep breath, I clutched onto the bedcovers as if I was drawing energy from them. As the call reached the two-minute mark, his voice, dark and cold, spoke once more.

“I’m going to hang up the phone now if you have nothing else to say.”

A heavy stone plumm