I hate Glenmill and I hate people like you.” Callum stiffens at the last bit, and I slam my mouth shut, surprised at myself. “I didn’t mean that,” I say, as all my resentment rushes out of me. He shrugs, his expression carefully blank. “Yeah, you did.” “I didn’t. I’m just angry. I say things I don’t mean when I’m angry. It’s why I don’t like arguing.” “Well, you’re pretty good at it,”
