WARNING: the stereotypes are supposed to be funny! I promise, if you laugh--- you might go to hell, but you’ll be laughing when you get there…
Arella’s POV
“What crawled up his ass and died?” I asked, gesturing to the retreating form of his brother.
“It’s complicated,” Zane growled, still glaring at the door. There was a slight cracking sound and I realized that the metal of the rail was about to give way to the big log’s fury. On instinct, I reached out and placed my hand over his, surprised at how warm his hands felt. And at the strange buzzing sensation that felt like electricity where our skin touched.
As if sensing this too, Zane’s attention snapped from the door to our joined hands. The murderous aura that had been suffocating the room dissipated within a second. He didn’t waste
