When the door shut behind Hunter, Callie leaned against the wall and sighed, feeling weary. She was still tired from the night before, a little hungover and dehydrated, shocked over the revelations about her old friends and their career successes and worried about Ryan. And leading to worrying about Ryan led to worrying about Hunter. He was so… up. So affectionate and needy and excitable. It made her feel even more evil and sorry for herself because she hated the idea of spending a minute away from him too. She knew she wasn’t allowed to love a human man, but she needed Hunter to know that she felt as much for him as she was capable of without, well, dying for her love before she left him forever. Callie was wondering if maybe she’d be able to say: ‘I love you’ or if the words were as off-limits as the sentiment was, when the Lyre on the wall caught her attention again. She took it in her hands, feeling its weight and sighing happily. She could remember the first time she’d seen someone use one- in Central Park in New York City when she’d visited as a little girl.
