Thorne
I hated the way my brothers looked at me like I was some kind of monster. Like I was the villain in our story. Their gazes were a mixture of frustration and judgment, as if they couldn't fathom why I didn't see Josie the same way they did.
But I did see her. I saw everything. That was the problem.
What I said about her wasn't cruelty—it was the truth. Josie was weak. Emotionally fragile. Always waiting to be rescued instead of saving herself. Anyone in their right mind would understand that. I wasn't being heartless. I was being honest.
"You're being impossible, Thorne," Kiel snapped, the irritation in his voice crackling like lightning. His shoulders were tense, and his jaw clenched so hard I could see the muscle twitching. "The way you're acting... it's exhausting."
