Calla POV:

"Quit fucking moving, you little whore."

I ignored the Devils derogatory comments as I shifted uncomfortably in the clothes that he made me wear. I held my arms around my bare shoulders as I trembled, even through it was summer, I was cold as fucking hell.

"I can't help it, you didn't give me a fucking shirt to wear."

He looked up from his phone, his eyes trailing over me.

He shrugged as he sat back in the leather seat of the plane.

"I did give ...