Brianna

“I made her leave.” Callan said and my head snapped over to him.

“Why?” I asked quietly.

“To come find you, you were visibly distraught and clearly wouldn't break into my house for no reason and I was right to follow my gut. Who knows what he would have done to you in that alley, Brianna.” He sounded disapproving now and I couldn't stand the tone. He walked us into his apartment but I stopped short.

“Why do you have a gun, Callan?” My eyes searched his entire body to see where it was.

I realized he had it holstered under his left arm, inside his jacket that concealed...