Calhoun's POV~
My shoulders slumped the second I saw her step in. Not Elodie. Not even a glimpse of her, not even a single chance to fix what I'd broken. Just Carmela, striding in with that ugly, twisted expression. My chest turned sour, and I sank back into my chair, staring past her like she wasn't even there.
Her face was red, like she'd been hit. I didn't need anyone to tell me what had happened. She'd overheard. She knew. That heat in her eyes, that sharp glare, I recognized the storm.
She rounded the table, slowly, and planted herself in front of me. Her voice cut through the office. "Seriously? Calhoun? Seriously? Elodie, again? What the f**k is wrong with you and her? Tell me the truth, you have a thing with her? Why do you keep mentioning your Gamma's name every single time?!"
