Roger glanced at his phone, his brows knitting in frustration as yet another call to Demitri went unanswered.
Earlier, when he had dropped Lucius off, he hadn't even stepped inside the house, distracted by an urgent call from Zayne. Now, he was trying to piece together what had triggered Lucius so badly that he ended up at the bar.
"Come on, Demitri, pick up," Roger muttered under his breath, dialing once more.
The line rang briefly before it cut off again, leaving Roger staring at the blank screen. His patience wore thin, but he knew better than to disobey Lucius's instructions to stay put.
Angering Lucius was never a wise choice, not unless he wanted to deal with the consequences—a sharp tongue at best or a fist to the jaw at worst.
