Chapter 230

CALLUM'S POV

My fists were still throbbing with a dark, violent energy as I drove us back to Lydia’s house. My knuckles were white against the steering wheel.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that disgusting man's hand on Lydia’s leg, and a fresh wave of fury rolled through my chest. If Lydia hadn't been there to pull me back, I would have truly ended Warren Prescott right there on that restaura