Duke of Two Cities

Chapter 23

Devon picked up the phone as it vibrated, looking at it. “More of Neveah’s bullshit, I’m sure.”

But what if it wasn’t?

Maybe it really was Momma reaching out to apologize—or at least talk. But what would he say?

Buzz-buzz. Buzz-buzz

Gripping his lips, he picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

Click

Whoever was on the other line hung up.

“Goddamnit. Neveah probably has Momma’s phone again… the snake.” He tossed his phone on the bed and refused to look at it, at least until dinner.

There were more important things to do—first of which being a long shower. Devon stripped down and tested turned the faucet tap. A spray of steaming hot water blasted out with such force that Devon almost leapt back. Dozens of thin streams hissed from the shower-head, each with enough pressure to clean the dirt out from between tile grouting. Devon swept his hand underneath the stream—wonderful, cool pressure dug gently into his skin.

“That is—ooh!” Devon grinned. It was by far the nicest shower he had ever used.