Nora
Alex’s footsteps were fast and loud against the wood floors in the hallway.
If she wasn’t waiting for Manic to show himself, she’d be out the door already.
Alex didn’t even use his manners. He just thrust open her door like the conversation—okay, fight—wasn’t over.
“Alex—”
“No!” Alex was actually kind of scary when he got mad. Scary because she wasn’t used to this side of him. The Alex she knew was fun. So overly affectionate and touchy that some people might call him clingy. “We’re not finished, Nora. You and I are doing this. We’re fixing this s**t now because I’ve waited so f*****g long to find you and you keep pushing me away—”
“Because you pushed me away when you were with her!”
“You hid from me! You knew I was looking for you!”
“Because you ran
