Callie’s POV
“You look like a ghost wearing a parachute, little spark.”
The teasing voice floated across the massive kitchen island, easily cutting through the heavy haze of my sleep-drugged brain. Stopping in the arched doorway, I blinked against the sudden, blinding intrusion of morning sunlight pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
While the kitchen of Grimstone Hall was a staggering masterpiece of white marble, brushed steel, and dark oak, my attention wasn’t on the architecture at all. It was entirely captivated by the four ancient, lethal beings currently occupying it.
Sitting on a high velvet barstool, Ace casually spun a silver butter knife between his fingers with deadly, mesmerizing precision before offering me a wicked, devastatingly bright grin that fully reached hi
