Calhoun's pov~
Tristan pulled up in the new car just as the sun was burning the edge of the morning sky. The moment I stepped out, I could feel the shift. Eyes darting, whispers circling, people too afraid to meet my stare yet too desperate to look away. The air reeked of curiosity and fear, and I couldn't give a damn about any of it. My mind wasn't here with them, it was locked on Carmela and the lesson she was about to finish learning.
My shoes struck against the marble floor as I marched down the corridor. Guards lined the walls, standing where I had ordered them to keep watch since last night. Carmela had been on her knees through the hours, the cold and rough ground gnawing at her skin while she broke piece by piece.
The moment I announced myself with a single word, "Move," the air
