Callie’s POV
“You look like you’re walking to the gallows, child. Straighten your spine.”
I jumped, clutching the lapels of the oversized cardigan Britta had brought me like a lifeline. I hadn’t heard her approach, but there she was, standing in the hallway with a stack of linens in her arms and a look of stern disapproval etched onto her face.
“I feel like I’m walking to the gallows,” I whispered, pulling the soft gray wool tighter around my chest. Underneath, I was wearing leggings and a t-shirt, clothes that felt far too comfortable for the nightmare I was currently living in. “Is he…is Greyson angry?”
Britta snorted, shifting the linens to her hip with practiced ease. “The Master is many things. ‘Angry’ implies he has lost control, and Master Greyson never loses control. That’s hi
