Callum's POV
I sat down in one of the many rooms in the manor, the room I usually stayed in to draw my tattoos of her and watch her through the large screen—All thanks to the secret camera in her room and her washroom.
Not talking to her, not touching her was killing me, but I was trying to remind myself of the kind of bastard I am, that I had almost done the craziest thing. Did I just f*****g want to r**e her days ago? Even if I was crazy and beyond redemption, I wasn’t supposed to do that.
Even though she had pissed me off like s**t, even when I got mad with that bastard touching her, I shouldn’t have pulled that crap with her in the first place. The anger I’d been trying to curb for five years now isn’t doing anything to me.
Stopping myself from going even more crazed with thought,
