The footsteps marching beside mine were heavy like a hammer against an anvil.
I took the immense risk of casting a brief glance sideways, and the sheer hostility radiating from him made me instantly regret it.
Darius’s rugged face was completely twisted in a mask of absolute, unadulterated rage. Thick, pulsing veins had formed across his forehead and along the strained columns of his neck, standing out starkly against his tanned skin. His jaw ground together so tightly with each step he took that I could hear the faint, sickening click of his teeth.
Glancing downward, I saw that the same dangerous tension had overtaken his arms in form of dark veins mapping their way across his wrists, tracking the lethal current of adrenaline coursing through his blood.
He had spoken not a single wo
