Page 69 of Twisted Hearts

I groan. This was a horrible idea.

“No, it’s…it’s not like that. It’s like a joke—”

“I’m going to tell him to chill the fuck out.”

“CALLIE!”

I grab the phone out of her hands, deleting “be polite, douchebag” before she can send it.

Except another message instantly pops up.

Tyrant

I saw that.

Crap, he saw her typing.

Me

And?

Tyrant

Come to my place. Now.

The phone is suddenly gone from my hand again. I pale as my eyes snap to a grinning Callie, who is now in possession of it.

“Callie—”

“I’m not going to be a bitch about it. But seriously, this dude needs to calm down with the possessive macho shit. What are you, his slave?”

I blush fiercely.

“Can you just give it—”

“Hang on.”

I groan when I see her typing and then sending something.

“No stress,” Dahlia giggles. “She just told him ‘no’, and then ‘lol’.”

I cringe.

Yeah, to a normal person, that’s a simple response. To Gavan, it’s an act of rebellion that needs to be crushed.

I grab the phone back.

Tyrant

Excuse me?

Me

Sorry.

The phone is snatched from my hand again.

“Callie!”

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