Chapter 33
Derek's
I did not bother to knock on the door. I reached out and grabbed the handle, and the front door flew open under the weight of my hand. I stepped inside the house and shoved the door shut behind me. It slammed so hard that I felt the floor vibrate, and the walls seemed to rattle from the force of it. The loud bang echoed through the large foyer like a final warning. I did not care if I was being loud. I was beyond caring about manners or rules.
I saw Peter right away. He was sitting on the couch in the living room. He had one arm stretched out along the back of the cushion, and he was holding his phone in his other hand. He looked completely relaxed. He looked careless, as if he did not have a single worry in the world. It made my blood run hot just looking at him. While my world was falling apart and Ema was in danger, he sat there like everything was fine.
