Ashton huffed loudly and turned away from Victoria with an angry grunt, pacing around the room. Ashton was an imposing figure, tall and lean, always wearing black, and with a gaze that could crack stone when he leveled it at someone. He did not handle inconveniences such as plane travel and it preventing him from getting what he wanted immediately.
"Why not?" He demanded of Victoria, whirling around to accost her. She was the closest person to vent his frustrations on, and he suspected she may be partly to blame for Daniela's departure. "Why can you not talk to your parents and order them to send her back? I--" He bit his tongue. He didn't need Daniela. "I wish to speak with her."