Callie’s POV
“You’re overthinking again, little mouse. I can practically hear your brain working from across the room.”
I looked up from my lap, where I had been staring at my own hands for the last five minutes, to find Raiden leaning against the velvet-draped wall of the sensory lounge.
I had finally managed to reclaim my bag and change into a pair of high-waisted tactical leggings and a soft, sleeveless compression shirt. It was my own version of armor, familiar and functional, but even the sturdy fabric didn’t make me feel any less exposed under the collective, heavy gaze of the four men in the room.
“It’s hard not to overthink when Nate’s ‘plan’ involves me becoming a human lightning rod,” I muttered, my voice echoing slightly in the soundproofed space. “Yesterday, I was just a fi
