It was Kira who opened the door with a forced smile that dropped the second she saw my expression. “Callan, what are you—”
“Move.” I pushed past her and stepped inside. “Gather. Both of you,” I demanded when I stopped in the middle of the living room.
Kira shut the door and frowned as she came closer. “Jesus, what’s your problem?”
“Where’s Karlee?”
“She’s in the shower—Callan, you need to relax.”
I glared at her, pointing my finger right at her face. “Sit down and be quiet.”
I hated talking down to anyone, but in this moment, I needed her to know that I wasn’t messing around. This was serious, and I couldn’t risk them running their mouths again, thinking this was just a game they could talk themselves out of.
Kira backed up and sat with her arms crossed, pouting like a little kid who’s just been scolded for something minor.
“Karlee!” I called out. I didn’t hear the shower running, which meant she was hiding. “Come out here, now!”
Seconds later, Karlee walked out of the bathroom. She had a towel wrapped around her hair, and a makeup-free face that told me just how horrified she was to see me. Good. I wanted her scared.
“Callan, what’s your problem?” she asked innocently.
I wasn’t wasting any time. “Sit,” I ordered. “Where’s your laptop?”
She sat down next to Kira and blinked, still acting like she had no clue what I was here for. “What?”
“Don’t play stupid with me. Where’s your laptop?”
Her jaw shifted, and her eyes darted to the kitchen counter. That was all I needed. I walked over, grabbed the laptop, and put it on the coffee table between us.
“Open it.”
She folded her arms. “I don’t know what you think I—”
“Open the fucking laptop, Karlee.”
My voice came out low and tight. Her confidence slipped for the first time, and she moved closer, flipping the top open.
“Unlock it,” I ordered.
She sighed and typed her password with shaking fingers. “You’re intruding on my privacy here—”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I stared at her, my eyes wide. “I’m asking you an honest question here, Karlee. Are youfuckingkidding me?”
“No, I’m not,” she replied, her brows furrowed deep. “You’re literally making me give you access to my private stuff.”
I slammed my hands on the coffee table, unable to hold back my anger any longer. The loud noise of my palms hitting the glass made them both jump, but I didn’t care about their feelings right now. I stood leaning over the table, my face close to theirs.
“You filmed and uploaded a video of Lana and me without her knowing,” I roared, not caring about staying calm anymore. “You put it online for everyone to see. Don’t you dare sit there and talk to me about privacy.”
Karlee’s face went white. Kira gasped beside her, her pout dissolving into genuine fear.
“I…we were just joking,” Karlee stammered, her eyes wide. “It was a stupid prank, Callan. We didn’t think—”
“You didn’t think?” I roared, slamming my hand on the table again. “You didn’t think that violating someone, that destroying their sense of safety, was a bad idea? You didn’t think that posting nonconsensual pornography is a fucking felony?”
“We didn’t think it would go viral like that!” Karlee whined. I still didn’t see any sense of remorse in their eyes. They weren’t sorry for Lana. They were only sorry they had been caught.
I took a deep breath to calm myself down, hating the person I had become because of them. I sat back down and rubbed my hands together. “Log in,” I commanded. “To the site you uploaded it to. Now.”
