Dorian's POV
"That's a first," Quentin gasped, his eyes going wide. "What did we do?"
My jaw clenched, fury blazing through me. Nobody had ever slammed a door in my face, and I wasn't taking it well.
I stepped forward and hit the doorbell again.
Quentin whispered, "What are you doing?"
"Finding out what the hell that was," I snapped. "We forced ourselves to come here and he pulls that?"
When nobody answered, I jabbed the bell again.
Quentin tapped my shoulder. "I think the message is crystal clear, cous. Let's bail before he pulls out a gun, or worse—has those crazy horses trample us."
"I'd like to see him try," I hissed.
The door finally swung open and the blonde woman appeared, minus the kid this time, glaring at us.
"What do you want?"
"We'd like to see Theo Brooks," I said.
"He clearly doesn't want to see you, so leave," she shot back.
I frowned. "You know who we are, right?"
Her eyes narrowed with cold indifference. "And that's supposed to change something?"
