Standing there like nothing was wrong, like he hadn’t just shaved ten years off my life, casually holding a gun in one hand like we were all in some kind of action movie and he was auditioning for the lead role.
“Daren!” I screamed so loudly my voice cracked right down the middle, and every single man standing outside turned to look at me like I had just dropped from the sky. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
I was stomping across the yard now, barefoot, hair flying everywhere, tears still drying on my face, but I didn’t even care. “What the actual fuck is your problem?! ” I yelled, hands flailing because I had too many feelings to keep inside one body.
“Ever since I stepped foot in this house you’ve been pissing me off! Pissing me off, Daren! First you open your mouth at breakfast like you’re trying to start World War Three, then you walk around with this smug look on your face like you own the entire planet, and now—now—you decide to play with guns while my heart explodes in the living room because I think your brother just got murdered?!”
I stopped right in front of him, hands on my hips, my chest rising and falling so hard I probably looked like I had run ten miles straight, but I didn’t care because the words were still coming.
“Do you know what I just went through inside?” I snapped, jabbing a finger at him because he wasn’t even reacting, just standing there watching me with those dark, infuriating eyes like I was entertainment.
“I had Damon shot, bleeding, dead on the ground in my head. I planned his funeral. I gave a whole speech. I cried real tears! And for what? For you to be out here pretending you’re in some gangster movie shooting at trees?”
His mouth twitched like he was trying not to laugh, which only made me throw my hands up higher.
“Oh my God, you think this is funny?!” I practically shrieked because I was losing my mind now. “You think my emotional trauma is hilarious? You nearly sent me into early labor, Daren, and you’re standing there smirking like you didn’t just ruin my entire life in the last ten minutes!”
I was pacing again because standing still felt impossible with how mad I was, my words coming faster now, tumbling over each other like my mouth couldn’t keep up with my brain.
“Ever since I got here you’ve been nothing but—ugh!” I made a sound somewhere between a scream and a growl because I didn’t even have the vocabulary for how infuriating he was.
“The comments at breakfast, the way you look at me like you’re trying to figure out what I taste like—don’t even deny it, I see your face and now this! Do you wake up in the morning and think, how can I drive Lyra absolutely insane today? Because congratulations, mission accomplished!”
He tilted his head slightly, watching me with that calm, infuriating expression like nothing I said could actually touch him. And then he smirked. Oh no. Not the smirk
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