Remy's pov
The door to my bedroom resonates as a knock force it to shove back and forth. I sigh, turning to face the intruder disturbing my peace. My fingers eased up on what they were doing. The notebook laid open as I tried to figure out the questions we'd been forced to take home as assignment because havoc is mad. Not to mention the physical task. Our evaluation was coming up and I need to be in the best of shape or it's f*****g boot camp for me and I can't deal with that.
"What do you want, Weston?" I don't bother to open the door, I know who's behind it. The culprit turns the knob, and takes on step in. Immediately I can feel his crazy off the chart aura that makes me think being in the same space with him might get me injured again.
But he's my best friend, so ignoring it is ea
