A sense of calm seems to wash over him suddenly, and Callum steps back, pacing away from me, dragging his hands through his hair before striding back to me, keeping a bit more of a distance now, as though he doesn’t trust himself to be close. “It won’t matter,” Callum says, his voice so low and quiet I can hardly hear him. “She knows who you are. And you could never be the kind of man who deserves her.” He’s right, of course. Even if she wanted me, I’m probably not the man Seraf deserves.
