"We'll find another way to see what my tattoo means."

I glanced over my shoulder and shrugged as if it didn't matter one way or the other. But of course it did matter.

Air hissed between his teeth as he turned toward the doorway. The bed creaked as he stiffly crawled over it, and with his fingers tightened into fists, he smashed his hand into the wardrobe. Wood snapped and a jagged hole appeared, but that didn't seem to help him any because he marched out of ...