“I think you were put on this earth to destroy me.” I laughed, taking a step back. The conversation with Mal from all those years ago floated to the front of my mind, reminding me I’d heard those words before. Things Mal and I said to each other always lurked in the recesses of my thoughts. Mal had told me I could kill him. He didn’t know that in a way, he’d killed me, too. Every day I lived without him slugged by like a snail, leaving a trail of slimy goo in its wake. “Okay, fella. Time I call you a cab.” I tapped the back of Callum’s hand. That was before I knew he owned the penthouse
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