“How, might I ask, is that?” Oscar grinds out as Callum pushes his hood back, blond hair catching the sunlight. “I seem to have missed the memo. I wasn’t aware you two were soul mates; I was under the impression this was a marriage of convenience.” “What did you mean by ‘you’ll be mine’, exactly?” Callum asks, smiling slightly. “Just clarifying.” “All of your questions are self-explanatory,” Vic says,
