Thorne 

Anger seeped through my veins, my gaze fixed on Alexandro who was talking to Freya. At that moment, one thing I knew was that I couldn't stand the way he looked at her, the way he stared at her, and the way he laughed. 

Every bit of it grated my nerves as my fingers squeezed into fists, my nails digging into my palm. However, at that moment, my eyes darted over to Freya and something about her struck me. 

With the way her body tensed, she didn't seem involved with what Alexandro was saying instead she had her gaze fixed somewhere else, her expression distant and unreadable.

I followed...