Flirting With Death

Clara

I had never seen Darius this angry in all the months I had known him, because most of the time he carried himself with an almost calmness that made it impossible to read what he was truly feeling, but right now there was no mistaking the emotion burning in his eyes.

He was angry.

No, he was furious. The kind of furious that destroyed everything in its path.

It was understandable. Any