Cold Receptions

Darius’s POV

I returned to the house around morning. Nyssa stood to the side, allowing me to knock on Valerie’s door, but from within she cried out, “Go away, Darius…”

“She doesn’t want to see you,” Nyssa told me, adding insult to injury. There was nothing wrong with my ears.

My annoyance was still sharp, my rage still hanging on the edge. Threatening Dr. Lowell hadn’t satisfied me. Glaring at Nys