Josie
The silence after Thorne's words was louder than his shouting could have ever been.
I stood there, staring at him — at the man who once made my heart feel safe, who now looked at me like I was some ticking bomb he couldn't wait to get rid of. My chest tightened until it physically hurt to breathe. He didn't even try to meet my eyes as he turned away.
"I said you won't practice anymore," he bit out, his voice harsh and final, cutting across the air like a blade. "Not until I find a way to stop this madness."
Before I could say a word, he was already walking off, his broad shoulders stiff, his scent fading with every step.
I swallowed hard, feeling that old ache clawing up my throat. I wanted to yell at him, to tell him that this wasn't fair — that I wasn't the enemy. But the words got stuck somewhere between my heart and my pride.
