Chapter 153

Calla POV

I’m angry. No, I’m furious.

How can he hurt himself like this?  I wanted to scream, to hit him, to wrap my arms around him and hold him until I could take all his pain away from him.

This stupid, beautiful man who thinks hurting himself will ever make up for the past. He shifts beside me.  “Calla,” he says softly, testing the air. I don’t answer. I can’t. If I look at him, I’ll cry agai