"To love is to burn, to be on fire."
-Jane Austen
Hunter Dominic Valdez's PoV:
My feet stomped against the floor as I strode towards the all too familiar mansion. The afternoon sun burned in the sky with an intensity much greater than usual.
Is it the anger fueling the sweat on my forehead or has the Sun suddenly decided to heat New York?
Arthur's words rang through my head with each step and intensified the anger in me.
"Mr Hunter Valdez, what a pleasure to-" the man standing guard at the main door spoke.
My hand shot out and in an instant, he went silent.
He better stay that way, or else he could the first victim to my anger and I'll make sure he better not speak again.
"Open the God damn door." I gritted out.
The man flinched them stared at me as he took a gulp. His face a ref
