Thorne
I couldn't even look at Kiel without my fists curling.
The rage that bloomed in my chest was suffocating. My teeth clenched so hard I thought I might snap my own jaw. Josie's scream still rang in my ears—the way the windows had shuddered under the force of it, the way the earth itself had seemed to mourn with her. She had passed out from the pain, and we were standing there, helpless.
And it was his fault.
I turned on Kiel with fire in my veins. "This is all your fault."
His eyes widened. "What—?"
"She screamed like the world was ending!" I shouted. "And why? Because you thought this was a moment to be cute? You thought turning her trauma into some sing-song joke would make things easier?"
"I didn't mean—" Kiel started, his voice cracking.
