His head snapped to the side with the force of the blow, the telltale throb of broken blood vessels low under his skin. The muscle in his jaw tensed as he stood still there, watching Darien with a sort of detachment he hadn't felt since before he'd knocked on the door. Studying. Observing. Very clinical. And what he observed was so familiar to him, but Derek felt even less able to reason out naïve youth than he had when he'd been it himself.
"Get it out before you talk to her," Derek said, turning on his heel toward the door.
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