Calhoun's pov
Carmela's face drained of every trace of color. She looked like she'd seen death itself standing in front of her. Her lips trembled as she tried to form words, broken sounds spilling from her throat.
"C-Calhoun… p-please… y-you don't m-mean it, do you? I-I'll change. Please, have m-mercy—"
I raised my hand slowly, two fingers pressed against my mouth. Silence. The whimpering stopped instantly. My eyes locked on hers, murderously, deliberately, making sure she saw every ounce of hatred carved into my face. If hatred could bleed, it would've drenched the floor between us.
The urge to end her right there, to crush her throat and make her bleed ten times over for what she'd made Elodie suffer, it almost consumed me. My boots dragged against the floor as I took a step toward h
