Chapter 125: The Weight of His Words
Josie
I didn't even realize I was staring until his words sank in, sharp and cold enough to sting like frost against my skin. Thorne's tone cut through me, every syllable deliberate, unforgiving, as if he had been waiting for the moment to carve me open. I blinked, disbelieving, my throat thickening around the air I couldn't swallow.
He turned as if to leave, robe brushing against his frame, towel dangling carelessly in his hand like none of this mattered. That casual dismissal burned worse than his words, and before I could stop myself, I found my voice.
"You always have a problem with me, Thorne," I said, too quickly, the words rushing out before fear could silence me. "But right now—what you're doing—it's not right. You ought to understand me, at least this once. You should know how I'm feeling."
