POV: Adan Bradford
It was the third time I was knocking aggressively on Calla’s door. I could sense that she was inside, and even if she was sleeping, she should have been able to hear me knocking with her sensory and hearing abilities.
Staring at the ticket I had gotten for her, I heaved a deep sigh and was about to leave, with the hopes of giving it to her later on, but upon hearing footsteps walking towards the door, I stopped and waited. She was the one coming, and I could feel it.
“Come on in,” Calla said, in a tired voice, as she opened the door for me.
“Where were you all this time? I’ve been knocking for ages,” I said, stepping into her house, but not before throwing her a glance which showed that I was annoyed.
“I’m sorry. I was too engrossed with reading this book and I also
