Thorne

Anger, rage, and fury— These emotions threatened to consume me with every minute that my fingers wrapped around her wrist but no matter how much I tried, I just couldn’t find myself getting mad at her.

It wasn’t working.

As soon as the massive doors to the room opened, my fingers left her wrist and I turned, giving her a blank stare. A growl rumbled from my chest as I raked my hands through my hair frustratedly. “What was going on there?”

She pursed her lips slightly. “What do you mean?”

I raised a brow, frustration clawing up my throat because the way she was acting clueless pushed me...