Book 3 - Chapter Eighty One

Callan’s POV

I watch Mackenzie leave my room, my body humming with awareness as my eyes fixate to her ass until it disappears around the corner and out of sight.

Damn, I look down beside me, noting the crumpled sheets and the slight smear of blood across my pillow case from Mackenzie’s head wound.

Pushing myself upright, I strip the bed, gathering it in my arms, along with Mackenzie’s clothes and head out of my room. Carrying everything into the kitchen, I pull open the door that hides the washer and dryer, tugging open the front of the washer and shove all of the bedding inside except for the stained pillow case.

Making my way back into the kitchen, I quickly run the cold tap, before placing the marked pillow case under the water and rubbing it, adding some dish soap and working it through un……