"I was so consumed with fury that I didn't check who sent the picture. Now, hearing his voice makes me burn with anger," I growled. "What do you want?"

He gave a sinister laugh. "Is it bad to check on my favorite cousin?"

"Fuck you, Conor! You know very well that we aren't on the same page, so cut the pleasantries.”

"I'm not here for your games, Conor," I spat, my voice dripping with contempt. "What do you want?"

Conor's laughter turned colder, his tone icy. "You are no fun, Kessler. I ...