Salome’s POV
“I did not mean to force your hand, and for that, I am sorry,” Barnabas said, his voice dropping to a low, rough vibration over the speaker. “It was my mistake. Just tell me your location.”
I gripped the phone, staring out at the blurred lights of the city. “I will make my own way back.”
“No,” he snapped, the fake softness vanishing instantly. “You will return to this house tonight. If you do not, I cannot guarantee how I will react.”
The underlying threat hung in the air, cold and heavy. He was not asking anymore. I looked at the screen in pure disbelief, feeling the familiar weight of his control pressing down on me.
“Callume,” I said, my voice as cold as his. “Expect me in an hour.”
I cut the call before he could get another word in. There was no way I was letting him
