Chapter 95

At some point, Callum must have fallen asleep. In a haze between dream and reality, Callum found himself back at Rosewood Residences. Back then, he had taken everything he wanted, indulging himself recklessly and without consequence. The dream was chaotic and fevered, tangled with breathless gasps and futile resistance. Fragments of memories long buried rose clearly to the surface. The more unrestrained those memories had been, the more tormented he felt at the moment. Desire clashed with reason in a constant fight of push and pull. It was a long, restless night. … The next morning, Callum came downstairs with dark circles under his eyes, his entire presence radiating a cold, impenetrable air. Nadia and Lacey were already at the breakfast table, chatting happily as they ate. "Good morning, Callum," Lacey called out as she turned her head. Nadia stopped talking the moment she saw his icy expression. The awkwardness from the night before still lingered. She lowered her head and