Callan POV
My mind was in turmoil. Haunted by a fúcking scent and a name that had no meaning to me. That name was branded onto my brain, repeating over and over until I wanted to scream just to hear something different, and that scent was burnt into my nostrils. God, it made me feel like a man starved of water for a thousand years and the source of that scent was the elixir of life.
I lay on the sofa listening to the sound of the wind as it rushed past the window, rustling the leaves of the forest surrounding me. I closed my eyes, praying to the goddess that I could finally fall asleep, but she had different ideas, she wanted to torture me and play the mantra going around my head louder. Ayla, Ayla, Ayla.
“f**k it!” I growled.
I grabbed my brown leather laptop bag which was filled with
