Josie
Everything inside me was trembling. My chest, my hands, even my voice—nothing felt steady anymore. I was tired, so tired of trying to hold myself together when the people who were supposed to love me only tore me apart.
"I said leave," I whispered first. My voice barely carried, but the silence that followed was thick enough to suffocate me.
Neither of them moved.
Thorne just stood there, broad shoulders tense, his eyes hard like he didn't even hear me. Varen's jaw worked, his hands balled into fists at his sides. They looked like statues carved from the same anger I'd been drowning in.
"Did you not hear me?" I asked again, louder this time. "I said leave!"
Still, nothing.
Something inside me snapped. I grabbed the glass by my side and hurled it against the wall. It shattered with a deafening crash, pieces raining down in bright, sharp shards. The sound startled even me.
