“Caliii,” a voice singsongs. I feel Sawyer’s presence at the doorway. I refuse to look at him. “Find anything useful?” he asks, his voice dark. I force myself not to freeze. There’s no way he could know I was looking through his stuff. “What do you mean?” He chuckles lowly. “Oh, bunny. I thought you knew better than to lie to me.”
Sawyer is crazy. He’s my favorite
