DARIAN
A knock lands heavy on my door.
“Darian,” Adrian calls, sharp and unrelenting. “Open up.”
I swing it open, irritation flaring. “What?”
His eyes blaze. “What the hell did you do?”
“To who?”
“Don’t play dumb. Adira.”
I blink. “What about her?”
“She’s limping around, crying, talking about how you shoved her so hard she hit the...