DAVE
The door slammed open so hard that I thought the hinges might break, the sound echoing through her small room like a gunshot.
Evie stormed inside, her face red with rage, her chest rising and falling as she had just run a marathon fueled by pure fury. Her eyes, God they burned like wildfire, glossy with unshed tears or maybe shed from within. No, these were the kind of tears that came from a storm so heavy inside that even her body couldn't contain it. Her lips trembled with the corners of her mouth pulled down into a grimace that transformed her usually beautiful face into something almost feral. The veins at her temples pulsed fast and the flush that had begun at her cheeks now spread down her neck like wildfire.
She looked like she wanted to destroy something. Or someone. Everything about her screamed violence.
I smirked, lounging on the bed like I hadn't just witnessed her about to combust. I leaned back against the headboard, one arm tucked behind my head, the picture of rel
