Chapter Eight: Daniel's POV

I moved back a little and raised my hands in surrender to show that I meant no harm. He looked at Emily, and her two friends, before turning his gaze back to me.

“So it was you who had been tailing me all these years?” He asked, his eyes still glinting with anger.

“I knew it would one day come in handy. Can we come in?” I asked with a shrug.

“No.” He said simply and attempted to close the door.

I put my hand in between and it smashed them. I hissed in pain and he opened the door almost too quickly and looked at me, his face softening at the state of my battered hands.

“You have proven your point. Come in.” He grunted, opening the door to let us enter.

I smiled. He was my brother and if there was anybody that knew him well, it was me. Dylan hated, and still hates apparently, seeing get hurt. I noticed Emily staring at him, and he seemed to stare at her intently too. I shifted in slight discomfort. Did they know each other from somewhere?

‘Of course not. She probably is just fascin