George.
“You stormed out like you would to tear down the walls.”
I stepped into the hallway and saw her...Malia, along the hallway, her strides sharp with her fists clenched.
Rage obviously simmered off her skin like heat from an oven.
She didn’t stop.
“Malia.”
Still nothing.
She walked past me, jaw tight, lips arranged in a furious straight line.
I reached for her arm...not harshly, but firm.
“What happened?”
She yanked her arm back.
“Let go, George.”
“Talk to me.”
She shot me a look, sharp enough to scare off a pack of wolves.
“There is nothing to say.”
“There is.”
I moved in front of her, standing in her way, blocking her path.
“You walked out of his room like you were about to shift and tear someone into pieces.
"What did he say to you?”
She scoffed, her eyes flari
