Sep 19, 2018
“Open the door,” the snarl came from something deeper that resided just beneath her skin as she pounded on the door. It clawed below, its rage building as the uncertainty left her pacing. She knew Miles, she knew he would have never--but did she really know him? The bond between brothers held less secrets than of one and his sister. “Open the fucking door, Emerson or I will.” She pounded harder, knowing she could easily punch a hole in it and let herself in, but she didn’t want to have to explain that--not tonight.
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