Wasn’t he jealous?
He looked like a jealous man.
For sure, his intervention wasn’t about protecting me as much as it was about not letting another man touch me.
Confused, I run a pale, cold hand through my hair.
I look like shit, my skin translucent, no flush of blood in my cheeks, dark circles around my eyes. My hair looks like a wet broom, and blue is not my color.
A long sigh leaves my lips as I stare in the mirror, trying to make sense of this evening.
Of him and me.
There is no him and me.
Fight.
What are you talking about, Callum?
It’s easy for you to speak.
You’re a powerful man, with loyal guards, money, and experience. You’ve been at this for a while.You know how to play this game,
I can’t evenplay you.
Oh… I hate him. I hate men. Never thought they were so boneheaded. In light of my new experience, I have renewed admiration for my late mother.
No one thought much of her seductive powers. In fact, they had always been perceived as a huge headache.
Men who lost their minds because of her.
Men who risked their lives and took a bullet for her.
Men who implored her to give them a chance.
Everyone thought nothing about her ability to make them fall for her.
I wish I had a fraction of that.
The fact that Callum O’Hara has never fallen for her tricks should’ve been a solid warning.
I should’ve paid more attention to that.
Silly, silly girl.
This man has no heart.
And he’s also up to something.
There is no way he’s still part of our family for nothing.
I wish I knew what that was.
If I had known that, maybe blackmailing him would have worked where other methods failed.
Although I don’t want to coerce him. That’s not like me. I want him to lose his head over me andcompel meto be with him.
A small smile tickles my lips.
