Brianna

“They hid from me because I was a fucking nightmare. Does that answer your goddamn question!” He whisper-yelled into my ear.

I swallowed hard, and my fist only tightened around the fabric of his shirt. It bothers him not to see me. Me living in London is bothering Callan Harold.

“It doesn't bother you though, does it?” He is still asking in my ear.

Because he fisted my hair, I couldn't exactly just turn to face him. But that was why he was doing it, he doesn't want to talk about this and look me in the eyes at the same time.

“Who said it didn't bother me?” I...