Danny's POV
I stood in the middle of my room, my hands shaking so hard I had to shove them into my pockets. The air felt like it was made of lead.
Chadwick was just leaning against my door, his silhouette blocking the only way out, watching me like I was a bug he was deciding whether to crush or just keep in a jar.
"What did you do in that room, Danny?" his voice was low, that smooth, academic tone he used right before he tore a student’s paper to shreds.
"Nothing," I snapped, though I could feel my eyes darting everywhere but at him. "We were just talking. God, can’t I even have a conversation with someone?"
"Talking about what?"
I finally looked at him, and something in me just broke.
"What is your actual problem? I am allowed to talk to people, Chad. I am allowed to talk to som
