Ophelia's POV
I woke up groaning softly, feeling something cold pressed against my cheek. My eyes fluttered open to find a man dressed in black sitting on the bed close to me.
"Your cheek looks swollen. I loved everything we had last night, but I never expected you to go this crazy," Callum said, tipping my chin up slightly.
"Sit up."
My throat felt like it had swollen from the inside, and I couldn’t understand why I had gone to such painful lengths last night just to prove a pointless point.
Callum helped me sit up, bringing a cup close to my mouth while my eyes darted back and forth between him and the cup.
"It's a soothing tea, Lia…" His tone was cold, lacking any emotion, and you might mistake it for anger.
I tried to take the cup from him, but his hand grew hard on my already a
