C8 Thank You For Not Killing Me

The knock on his office door came earlier than Vin expected. The heavy wooden door opened and Callie walked in barefoot. She was still wearing Vin’s shirt that Ella had found in his closet the night before.

She was a petite thing with innocent and delicate facial features. Soren told him she was twenty-four, but Vin would believe it if she said she was eighteen. Vin’s shirt looked big on her