Jade's pov 

I stared at my phone the next day, my eyes all puffy and swollen from crying myself to sleep because of Saint. 

I looked at the number Marcel had used to call, contemplating if I should call him. I missed him, that I knew but I was the one who had been angry at him, yelled at him and even hung up. 

I sighed. What was I thinking? Calling him? If he came out, Saint's men would be ready to get him in no minute and bring him over to Saint. And as Saint had said, ...