LEANDER’S POV
I could still feel the anger burning in my chest as I stood there in the darkness, my eyes fixed on Harold as he sat on the ground, breathing hard and rubbing his neck where I had pressed tight.
“Well?” I snapped. “You going to talk, or do I have to knock the words out of you myself? What’s it going to be?”
For a moment, he just stared up at me, his mouth opening and closing like he couldn’t find where to start. Finally, he let out a long, shaky sigh.
“Look, there’s just too much to say,” he muttered, shaking his head. “It’s all twisted and messy, Leander. I don’t even know where to begin.”
My eyes narrowed. “How about you start by explaining why you tried to blow me to pieces with that damn gift bomb?” My voice came out sharper than I meant, but I didn’t care. My heart
