Chapter 252

CALLUM'S POV

The dimly lit interior of Il Tramonto was deathly quiet, the heavy velvet drapes muffling any sound from the bustling city outside. I sat at the far corner of the private back room, my fingers lightly tracing the rim of an untouched glass of scotch.

My phone vibrated once on the white tablecloth. I picked it up, checking the delivery status of the message I had sent to Lydia. Delivere