He was suppose to protect his heart, not lose his own...
Callen has always had a stoke of luck with everything. The ladies to his missions, he succeeded in them all.
But all Callens luck strikes out, Literally...
When a daring mission cost his life...
"Did ya thrash 'er?" Edward called from his sprawled position on the chaise when Callen stormed into the sitting room that adjoined his bedroom. The boy's expression filled with curiosity as he pushed himself up into a sitting position.
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"No," Callen snapped, not wanting to be reminded about what had happened downstairs. How he'd managed-despite Sariel's dire warning-to lose precious days, just how many he had no idea. For the first time he found himself wishing he'd memorised that damn list and its bullshit penalties, but at the time he hadn't thought it necessary. Now he knew how wrong he'd been.
He pulled the document out of his pocket and threw them onto an oak side table with a flick of disgust. A few of them slid off the top to land on the rose and ivory Brussels carpet, not that he cared. Thank fuck she'd fallen. In fact, he was beginning to wonder if her 'accidents' lately didn't have more to do with Sariel than the woman herself. It was possible. It was damn possible, he realised. Heaven's way of tampering with his life, not that he had a life now.
"Brahh, typhoon a-comin'."
Callen paused in shrugging out of his jacket to glare at the parrot. The bird, seeming to sense his stare, ruffled his grey feathers and opened his massive beak.
"What's the buzzard doing in here?"
The bird stood up abruptly, ruffled his wings, and preened its feathers. Callen could have sworn it looked offended. "Pretty bird," it called, nodding its head up and down. "Pretty bird."
"Katherine caught me visitin' him and booted me out. I sneaked him down here this mornin' when she weren't lookin'"
Callen eyed the bird with a stern look. "Its not sleeping in here."
"I know. I'll return it later. Where ya goin'?"
"Out," Callen replied, ignoring the bird and pulling off his shirt.
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Edward gasped as he looked at Callen's chest. Thin white lines streaked across his chest and arms. "Where'd you get those?"
Callen paused in pulling on a clean shirt to examine his arms. He shrugged. "Here and there."
