Knox

The door burst open, almost yanking off its hinges but that's the least of my worries.

Standing at the doorway, I feel my blood simmer beneath my skin, heat slithering through my veins.

She seats there, crossing her long legs leisurely on my swivel chair like it belongs to her.

After all these years. What does she want? Whatever it is, I won't let her have it.

My nerves grates through my system, my palms balling into hard fists at my sides as those lucid blue eyes stare back at me. Then her face stretches into a saccharin smile.

I don't know which angers me more, her presence or...