"I didn't do anything, Callan. I swear, I didn't do anything to anyone." Orla sobbed, clinging to Callan's arms.

She was scared. All her life, she had never been more scared than she was now.

Callan had zero idea what she was jabbering, but he let her stay there, carefully patting her back to soothe her. "Stay here," he purred.

"She will come for me, they will come for me. They hate me, they all hate me." She muttered in a shaky voice. She slackened her grip on Callan and stepped away ...