ROMAN'S P.O.V
There had been a moment, that one moment when I saw my Calista.
Not the one who had learned how to steel her spine and act nonchalantly towards me, but the one who I gave a tour of New York, the girl who danced with me like the world belonged to us, the one I couldn't resist when I saw her at my bar.
But she was gone in a moment, her chin lifted, and her eyes blazed with defiance.
The ache that pounded in my chest was so heavy, so foreign, I didn't even know how to start fighting it, it throbbed in my veins, in my blood, in my fúcking soul.
I wanted something from her. Heck, anything!
If Callie had as much as whispered my name or looked me in the eye with something more than anger and indifference, I would have run down the stairs, ordered Coraline to rot in hell, swept
