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Calhoun had returned to the mortal realm, but in his true form.
He couldn't help but use this presented opportunity to his advantage.
However, the very act had cost him more than he cared to admit. Power bled from him with each passing moment, his body still mending from internal wounds that had not fully healed. Even standing here in his true form required restraint, his strength carefully rationed.
But he was not reckless.
He was strategic.
Hiding away was his best option to recuperate.
But he refused, utterly refused, to place himself in the hands of those incompetent seniors who prided themselves on authority. He would not be caged by their limitations. Instead, he had come here for a far more compelling reason.
Her.
His human.
Even now, the thought of her stirred a quiet irritation beneath his composure. Of all things, a mortal had managed to occupy his mind, enough to draw him back to this mundane realm while he was still recovering, no less.
