Malcolm would have slammed the door to his room if he hadn’t been sure he would have caused damage. He stared around the all but empty space and tried to contain the overwhelming urge to shout out loud. When the sharp knock sounded on the door Malcolm’s mind reacted with the kind of fury best utilized on attacking armies. How the knob managed to survive the vicious twist and yank Malcolm gave it, only fate could know. “What the fu—”
Darien moved forward like a ninja. He shoved back, through and in before Malcolm registered what was happening. “You don’t get to tell me,” Darien snarled, grabbing the front of Malcolm’s T-shirt with both fists and kicking the door shut behind him.
Malcolm’s hands found Darien’s wrists at the same time he was yanked forward, but Darien neither relinquished n
