“If Callan sees me here with you, he is going to really kill you this time,” I said to Gunther, nervously chewing on my inner cheek and glancing around the library.
We had been here for about an hour, waiting for Callan to show up.
Gunther tilted his seat back and scrolled through social media. “I don’t give a f**k. He already tried to kill me once. This time, I’m going to kill him for what he did to me,” he said, cutting his gaze up at me. “And don’t call him Callan.”
“He’s Callan to me, and you’re not going to kill him.”
When he narrowed his eyes, I narrowed mine back at him. I had never been the threatening kind, nor did I even know if I looked threatening right now. But nobody was going to lay a hand on Callan.
looked I didn’t know where the hell he was or if he had really been th
