Chapter 74
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
SAKURA
“If Callan sees me here with you, he is going to really kill you this time,” I said to Gunther, nervously chewing on my inner cheek and glancing around the library.
We had been here for about an hour, waiting for Callan to show up.
Gunther tilted his seat back and scrolled through social media. “I don’t give a fuck. He already tried to kill me once. This time, I’m going to kill him for what he did to me,” he said, cutting his gaze up at me. “And don’t call him Callan.”
“He’s Callan to me, and you’re not going to kill him.”
When he narrowed his eyes, I narrowed mine back at him. I had never been the threatening kind, nor did I even know if I looked threatening right now. But nobody was going to lay a hand on Callan.
I didn’t know where the hell he was or if he had really been the one to send me that head, but he must have killed Jett for me. Right? I had always hated him. And who the hell knew what he was doing or would do to his wife. Hearing what she had done to him all these years made me want to kill her.
Finally, Gunther turned back to his phone. “He’s not coming.”
My knee bounced underneath the table. “He’ll be here.”
“Well, he’d better fucking hurry up,” he hummed. “The library closes in an hour.”
I sat back on the chair and pulled my book onto my thighs, sighing.
After taking another look at the doors, I gazed back at my textbook.
Lately, I had been spending almost all of my time with Callan or worrying about him, so I was falling behind in my classes.
Not by too much, but it was a lot for me.
I still wanted to be valedictorian. I’d spent my whole entire life studying to be.
Still, where was he?
“Your dad is pretty cool,” Gunther said.
Arching a brow, I raised my gaze to meet his. “My dad is cool?”
“He loves you a lot,” he said. “It must be nice.”
While I didn’t ask much about his parents, I sorta, kinda knew he didn’t have the best home life. Callan had mentioned his parents had committed a murder-suicide a year or so ago, so Gunther had mostly been on his own. I was surprised he hadn’t dropped out of school yet.
“I’m glad he let you stay the night,” I said truthfully.
Callan would probably kill Gunther for it, but he had a roof over his head after getting out of the hospital as well as warm meals for once. Gunther had mentioned over breakfast this morning that he hadn’t had someone make him food in almost a decade.
So, I was content about that.
But I was still in disbelief that, somehow, I’d convinced Dad to let Gunther stay at our place for a little bit.
While completely leaving Callan out of the whole story, I’d told Dad what had been happening at Redwood.
He must’ve felt pity for Gunther, though …
I wasn’t sure I still trusted him. Not that I’d ever trusted him.
The library door opened. I glanced over and impatiently waited for someone to walk into the room. And when a man I didn’t recognize walked in, I slumped down in my chair and frowned. Maybe Gunther was right.
I shook my head. No. Callan was going to be here.