Varen
I watched her, still trembling from the aftermath, her dress clutched tightly to her chest. The air between us was thick, heavy with something that felt like accusation. I didn't even know what I had done wrong, but the way Josie was looking at me made my chest burn.
"Are you serious right now?" I asked, my voice sharp, trying to mask the sudden ache clawing through me. "You just get up and walk off like that?"
She blinked, startled, and shook her head. "Varen, I thought I saw something—"
"Yeah? Or maybe you saw Thorne, and that's why you suddenly decided the bed wasn't good enough for you anymore?" The words came out before I could stop them, dripping with venom I didn't even mean to spill.
Her eyes widened, her lips parting in disbelief. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
