GALLAHAN’S POV
When I came to my senses, I found myself lying prone on a soft brocade couch, the back of my head pounding in ache.
“f**k! What was that about?” I grumbled, putting a hand against my forehead.
“Let me ask you,” Zuleika seethed from where she sat on the armchair, which was adjacent to my couch. “What was that about, you prick?!”
Uh oh?
Maliya’s temper had always been quick to rise, but Zuleika, who had a great grip on her emotions, rarely got infuriated to this degree.
My behavior must’ve pushed all the wrong buttons for her to be boiling in anger like this.
As if on cue, my memories of meeting Calisto came rushing back to the forefront of my mind, his terrified face flashing vividly and hitting me like a punch in the gut.
“f**k. I made a scene,” I said as I got up in
