EMORY'S POV
What could he possibly want now? He had the nerve to storm in here, angry, after almost killing me yesterday. My hand instinctively went to my chest, clutching my towel to keep it in place.
"Ever heard of knocking?" I spat, my voice sharp with irritation.
"Why? Did you knock when you barged into my room before?" He shot back, his tone dripping with disdain.
I was furious, but then I remembered who this was—the guy who had just seriously hurt me. So I took a step back, trying to create some space, but he kept moving forward until my back hit the wall.
"What do you want?" I demanded, trying to steady my voice despite the anger bubbling inside.
He leaned in even closer, his eyes narrowing further. "What do you think you're playing at?" he hissed, his words dripping with veno
