Derrick’s POV
A look of confusion appears on Salara’s face as she holds up one of her hands to halt my words. I sit back in my seat silently, waiting for her to fill me in on where her wayward thoughts have drifted off too. A knock at the door draws my attention away from her.
Seeing her face still sporting a faraway look, I rise from my seat to see who is at the door. When I open the door a fraction I come face to face with an extremely angry Henry. He barely glances at my face before his gaze is moving past me and locking onto Salara on the bed behind me. I move to the side to block Salara’s form from his view, my brow raising in question.
His eyes snap in my direction and I watch as he tries to cool down the rising anger that is battling inside of him. These bursts of anger should
