James’ POV

Thea huffed in frustration, her hand raised as if to stop the conversation. "I'm tired, James. I don't want to fight about this anymore. You always make everything bigger than it is."

"And you always belittle my feelings," I interrupted, my voice low but full of deep hurt. "You never understand how this affects me."

"I understand, but you're the one who keeps letting them destroy us, James." Thea stared back at me, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. "Every time we meet someone better, more successful, you immediately feel threatened. How long are you going to be like this?"

I paused, not knowing what to...