Chapter 73

Although she had talked big about never contacting him again, Evangeline found herself, several days later, calling him for any dose of the Essence of Oblivion. She chewed nervously on her finger while waiting for the line to pick up, and when it finally did, a male’s voice came through the speaker. “I see you’ve come crawling back. How may I help you, Ms. Remington?” Evangeline felt those words alone, bruise her pride, but the ache in her chest mattered more than the hit her ego had taken. “You know damn well what I’m calling for.” She hissed and the other end of the line was quiet. “Are you certain?” He asked, but the amusement in his tone was clear. “Shut the fuck up,” Evangeline seethed, the urge to slam the phone on the ground, strong. “Just get me the fucking drug. Do you think I’ll call your ass just for fun?” “My, my, how vulgar. Fortunately for you, I’m willing to overlook that mouth of yours. Unfortunately for you, the Essence Of Oblivion no longer comes free to you. With the