The fact that everything he's saying is the complete truth does nothing to supress my rage at the situation and his words. I can feel the teeth in my mouth shifting to the fangs of a wolf and I'm gripping the counter so hard that one of the tiles snaps loudly as it cracks.

When Maggie walks back in I glance at her with wild eyes before turning my attention back to the guy. I could rip out his throat so easily. Or snap his neck so there's no blood. I know how to get rid of the body so no one would find it. He just arrive so no one would even miss him...