Calhoun's POV~
She saw it, the nerve she'd struck and she laughed like a banshee, so broken, mascara streaking down her face. The sound made my blood pound in my skull.
She tilted her head at me, eyes glinting with sick triumph. "What's wrong, Calhoun? Did that cut too deep?" Her voice was taunting, cracked with madness. "Do you want to know what I found the first time I got into your Rolls Royce? Hmm?"
I clenched my fists, nails biting my palms.
She leaned closer, her breath sour with tears and rage. "Elodie's panties. Her bra. And a little note she left for you under your seat, 'Thank you, love. From Elodie.'" Her laugh splintered in the air. "But you never got to see it, did you? I destroyed it. Tore it up right in front of myself. Ha!"
Heat climbed up my neck. My skin turned molte
