Yorick

My hands clench into fists. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. This tool? This is the man who thinks he’s going to take what’s mine?

“I told you I was going to come visit you, Cyra. Imagine my surprise when you weren’t home. I figured you were out. But you were so adamant when we talked about how busy you’ve been with your studies that I assumed you’d be back any minute. So, I waited.” He glanced at her, but obviously realizing that we’ve been together all night, his ...