Monica's POV
What do I want, he asks, snarling at me in particular. I cringe under his gaze realizing I didn't think this through. I thought he's a man of his words when I foolishly asked him that. He flatly refused my wish and I think he has established the fact that he's indeed as dangerous as they say. It explains a lot and damn he seems to be fine. I know I thrust the blade deep. At least I know he's immune to pain. I just had to try another method. I clear my throat as I think of something else to ask him.
Callan is still staring at me but with a hand on his jaw this time. He rubs the stubble in his chin.
" Well, I can't wait all day," he says, probably tired of waiting.
"Can I have your phone number? I mean we can't communicate through the mind link" I say boldly as I have come t
