Before Christon could muster a response, the shrill sound of his phone vibrating in his pocket cut through the tension like a knife, interrupting the retort that had been poised on his lips. With a muttered curse, he gritted his teeth against the pain coursing through his body as he struggled to sit up, his hand fumbling in his pocket to retrieve his phone.
As he glanced at the caller ID flashing on the screen, a scowl formed on his lips, his irritation evident in the furrow of his brow and the tight set of his jaw.
With a resigned sigh, Christon silenced the call with a swipe of his thumb, the sudden silence echoing loudly in the dimly lit corridor. Despite the ache in his body and the frustration simmering beneath the surface, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at the temporary reprieve from their confrontation.
