Danny's POV
"Give me my book, Erica! And how the hell are you even in here?"
I didn't wait for an answer. I scrambled off the bed, my face burning with a mix of shame and pure, unadulterated rage. I moved fast, clicking the lock on my bedroom door with a sharp thud that felt way too loud in the midnight silence. I needed a barrier between us and the rest of the house, especially him.
Erica didn't flinch. She was sitting at my desk, casually flipping through the pages of my soul. She stopped at the drawing of Chadwick, her eyes tracking the charcoal lines of Chadwick’s hand on the silencer.
"Were you jerking off to our Professor, Danny?" she asked, her voice dripping with a casual, nasty curiosity. She looked up, her eyes glinting. "And why did you make him hold a gun? That’s some dark
