Nefretiri
What did he say? For a second, I forget how to understand English and stare at him. Ivan holds the phone for me, but I don't take it. Was my grandfather really on the phone? What sort of game was he playing with me? I should feel relieved, but my only emotion now is anger.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" I demand after I snatch the phone from my mate. "You hang up on me when I call, you don't answer any messages, and now you call in the middle of the night?"
I didn't know what I expected him to do, but laughing at my outburst wasn't it.
"Hello to you too, Cachorra," Annoyingly, he seems unphased by my outburst. That only serves to piss me off more. "Stop pouting, my love. You look like you've swallowed a lemon."
How the fuck did he know I was pouting?
"Where are you?" I try to calm myself, but it's complicated. I hear voices in the background, so I know he's not here, but it still irks me that he seemed to see me.
