Thorne
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Not in my house. Not after everything we had been through.
Varen—my own brother—was walking out with Iggy like the entire world wasn't crumbling around us. Josie had just fallen apart upstairs, Kiel was barely holding it together, and yet here he was, acting like this was some kind of normal evening stroll.
A sick, violent pulse thudded behind my ribs.
"Varen!" I barked, crossing the hall in three strides. My hand shot out, grabbing his arm and dragging him backward before he could reach the door.
He jerked out of my grip immediately, his face twisting into that defiant sneer I'd come to recognize too well lately.
"Don't touch me, Thorne," he snapped, his voice low and dangerous. "You've done enough meddling for one night."
Iggy flinched, clearly trying to decide if she should stay or run.
I turned my glare on her. "You. Out."
She opened her mouth, stammering, "I–I just wanted to—"
