Welsh's POV. Hope you enjoy and please leave a review.
He looked at the screen, trying to come up with a good reason not to answer it, an excuse for later. He came up blank and sighed.
"Hello?"
A light and feminine voice came over the line, irritated and slightly hopeful. "Well?"
"It didn't work," he cut straight to the chase.
"What do you mean it didn't work? You had one task. One simple task!" she screamed. "How bloody hard is it to hand over a book?"
Very, he thought to himself. Very difficult to do so without raising any flags. He didn't say that, though, just bit his tongue as she verbally berated and insulted him.
"Welsh?" she demanded.
"It didn't work," he said again, calmly. "The boy took the book but nothing happened."
She grumbled on the other line. "Bloody fantastic." She groaned. "Well think of something else! I need the Saviour! She has to break the curse!"
He pulled the phone away from his ear, putting his hand over it. Her patience was wearing thin. Soon would begin the death threats that he wasn't so sure were threats anymore.
"Your Highness," he said softly, breaking her out of her mantra. "They've left."
"What?"
"They've left."
She went quiet on the other end. "When?"
"This afternoon. They should be in town by tonight."
"Then the boy remembers?"
"No. The Saviour does."
"Oh," she laughed. "Well done, monkey. Well done."
It was the pirate's doing not his, but there was no way he was going to tell her that.
"Come to town as well," she said, "I may have use for you yet."
Then the call ended. Welsh sighed, turning right on the next intersection, the yellow bug clearly in sight just two cars ahead.