"Callan Barlowe," She turned to Callan and Orla and without permission, she pulled out a chair from the table and crouched on it. "We meet again." She smirked, lustfully staring at him.

Callan narrowed his eyes at her, trying to wrap his head around where he had seen her before. Her curly red-brown hair was familiar, but he couldn't process who she was and where he had seen her.

"What do you want?" He asked, his eyes darting between the brunette and Orla who had stopped eating and was gaping at the intruder who didn't even bother to acknowledge her presence, but she kept her cool, eager to know what...