Chapter 61: Tangled Consequences
Callian sat in the driver's seat of his sleek black car, his hand rested heavily on the steering wheel.
It throbbed, a deep, dull ache spreading across his knuckles.
He glanced down at it—swollen, bruised, and a faint line of dried blood across his skin.
"Damn it," he muttered under his breath.
His fingers flexed experimentally, wincing when pain shot up his arm.
He could still feel the impact of his fist meeting hard bone, the heat of anger that had driven him to swing.
It wasn't something he usually did—he wasn't that kind of man—but that situation had pushed him to a limit he hadn't known existed.
He drew a slow, measured breath and adjusted the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of Eira walking into the main building.
She moved briskly, her head held high, though the tension in her posture still showed her stormy emotions.
