Callista.

“What the actual hell?!” My mate growls, storming his way into my room. The guards are standing outside, silent as stone. Theon is seething, his lips pulled back into a snarl.

Yet all I can think is how good he smells, and how much I just want him to take me in his arms and maybe just kiss me a little.

'Pathetic, Callista, really pathetic.' I tell myself.  The man looks like he wants to murder me! I need to grow a spine someday soon, I don’t owe him anything, much less ...