“I’m so fucking angry with you, Darius,” Roxy breathed, her voice laced with pain which I wished I could banish. “I’m sorry, baby,” I said, knowing it didn’t fucking matter how sorry I was. “I’m really, really angry,” she reiterated, her wings flaring at her spine as fire danced in her eyes. “But…I'm not going to waste the time we do have on that feeling.”
I need them to be ok
