Thorne
Blood trickled down from my nose, warm and wet. I could taste the metallic tang on my upper lip, but I didn't feel pain—just a blinding, seething rage that ignited every nerve in my body. My hands curled into fists at my sides as I glared at Kiel.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I snarled, my voice low, deadly.
He stood there, chest heaving, his own face flushed with fury. "What's wrong with me?" he snapped. "What the hell is wrong with you, Thorne?! You're a monster!"
I took a step closer. "You better watch yourself."
"I'm ashamed to call you my brother," Kiel spat. "I mean it. You've lost your damn mind."
I grabbed him by the collar and yanked him forward until we were nearly nose to nose. "You think I'm in the mood to listen to your sob story?" I growled. "The only reason I haven't put your head through that wall is because we're in public. One of us has to pretend to have some goddamn restraint."
