Tommy was seething. He was practically on fire like Hades in the Disney Hercules movie when Hercules had managed to take out all the monsters the Lord of the Underworld was hurling at him.
He wasn’t pacing or yelling. He was just sitting on the couch with his feet planted firmly on the ground, expression stoic. The moment we stepped in, a hardcover book came flying in our direction. I was out of line and Kieran dodged it but it hit Adriel square in the face. The dogs were nowhere to be seen, presumably in hiding because Tommy brought out fear in absolutely every living creature he encountered. I was willing to bet plants could bend and quiver in his presence.
That was just me. I was the one who was afraid, therefore I was painting him in the light of a monster. Deservedly so, too.
“f**k
