Malia
My blood was boiling as I heard the lock on the front door click, followed by the soft squeak as the door swung open. One angry stomp at a time I made my way over to the front door, catching Ty slipping his shoes off at the front door. His head hung allowing his messy hair to shield part of his face as he took his time. He knew I was mad, even without our bond, my energy was radiating to the room around us. For a moment my mind flashed back to Ty’s words this morning, “I don’t want to fight,” but right now my instincts were telling me something else entirely.
Slowly Ty’s gaze turned, and his eyes locked on me as he took a step closer and froze. His eyes trailed over me, leaving their own trial of fire over my skin as they turned dark. “Holy hot,” he muttered as his eyes came back
