With a scoff of ridicule, Callum squinted against the lighting, glancing up through the window before clicking his tongue against his teeth and returning his gaze to the individual before him. His right arm resting along the edge of the table he was sitting next to, left hand perched against his thigh as he studied a book of his current interest– gambling. This wasn’t a new interest, he was simply spending more time honing it than the others, swapping bodies with the dead and carrying out hits now and again was certainly a good chunk of money but it wasn’t the best of livelihoods.
“That sounds like your problem, really, I don’t give a shit,” Callum said, his uncaring gaze moving over the person before he leaned his chair back against the wall once again, his right leg moving to prop his ankle on his left leg, returning to his studying of the best casino’s in the world, a record book of sorts.












