Varen
I didn't even wait for her to speak.
The moment Michelle stepped into the hallway outside Josie's room, dressed like she had any right to be there, I snapped, "Get out."
Her eyes widened, mouth slightly parted as if she hadn't expected me to react so fast, or so harshly. "Varen—"
"No. You don't get to stand here. Not now. Not after everything." My voice echoed down the corridor. "We don't want anything from you."
"I didn't come to fight," she tried to say, her voice low, falsely sweet, a shade of innocence that I'd stopped believing in the moment Josie was pushed off that balcony. "I came to help—"
"I said leave!" My voice cracked with fury.
She stepped back slightly, but before I could finish pushing her out, Thorne raised his hand, blocking my path.
"Wait," Thorne said coolly, eyeing her with a wariness that made my stomach turn. "If she has something useful to say, I think we need to hear it."
