Chapter 12 Lines We Keep Crossing
- Callum's POV
- She didn’t hear me at first.
- The study was quiet except for the hum of the old grandfather clock and the low clink of crystal against her ring. Odette was curled into one corner of the leather chair, legs tucked up, glass of something dark and expensive in her hand. Her hair was loose, spilling over her shoulder like she’d stopped caring somewhere between the board meeting and now.