“I can –” Explain. The word dies on my lips the moment I see his face. Because Adrian’s anger is not heard – it’s felt. It’s in the tensing of his shoulders. The hardening of his jaw. The narrowing of his eyes. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed casually, but there’s so much icy-cold rage radiating off him that I swear the temperature of the room drops by ten degrees. I am so fucked.
You quite very much are! Remember that thing about consequences?! REMEMBER THAT THING ABOUT CONSEQUENCES?!?!
