Darien wasn't just angry, he was vibrating. To the world, he was the same impenetrable monolith he always was. But inside? Inside, he was a chaotic mess of soot and fire.
The composure that had taken him decades to perfect had vanished the moment Amara stepped out of her apartment building.
He hadn't planned for it to go this way. In fact, he'd had a rare moment of… what did the humans call it? Attentiveness. He'd actually intended to leave the car, walk up those cramped, faintly smelling stairs, and escort her down like a man who wasn't a monster. He wanted to see her in that dress for the first time in the privacy of her own hallway. But she'd shut him down.
And then he saw why.
