A low, guttural growl slipped from Angel's lips as her face contorted into a frown, lines etching across her features, betraying her irritation.
Her eyes remained shut, still trapped in the remnants of sleep, until the jarring sound of a familiar ringtone pierced the quiet air.
The noise, though not loud, was insistent, relentless, and unwelcome.
It invaded her peaceful state, coaxing her from the deep slumber she had just returned to.
Her lashes fluttered in slow, deliberate motion, as if she were disturbed, but not fully ready to face the world just yet.
The ringing continued, a signal that had no place in her carefully constructed quietude.
She had just taken her meal and medicine—two hours had passed since—and yet, here it was, the sound of a call she hadn't been prepared for.
The interruption gnawed at her nerves, more so because she hadn't anticipated it.
