Chapter Eleven

Darcie

Havoc was in a mood with me. That much was clear. I had been with him less than three days, and we were already fighting like an old married couple.

I wasn’t even sure what I had said that had set him off, but something definitely had. I had spent the entire day in his bedroom alone. I half expected him to come and pin me to the bed in his anger. Or at least chew me out a little more, but he didn’t come.

I could hear him talking downstairs. The dull drone of male voices filtered up from the kitchen, along with the chink of beer bottles. I could really have done with a cold beer, but I wasn’t about to go down and ask for one.

I spent the day exploring his room; some people would have called it snooping. There really wasn’t anything else to do.

When the sun started dipping below the horizon, sending a bright orange shaft of light filtering through the chink of the curtains, I had explored every single inch of the room.

Fang had said there was a party tonight. A party I was e