Josie
I pressed the heel of my hand against my forehead, trying to soothe the pounding headache that throbbed behind my eyes. Kiel and Thorne were at it again, snapping at each other like wolves in a fight ring. Their voices crashed into one another, harsh and unrelenting, neither willing to back down.
"I don't owe you anything," Kiel barked at Thorne, his arms folded tight across his chest. His voice was sharp, heavy with stubbornness.
Thorne's eyes narrowed, his jaw ticking. "You'd rather choke on your pride than admit I saved your stubborn hide during the investigation?"
"You call that saving?" Kiel shot back, scoffing. "You just—"
"Enough," I whispered at first, but the sound was swallowed by their growls.
The headache worsened. My temples throbbed like a drumbeat. I lifted my hand weakly and forced my voice louder. "Please. Stop. I can't—my head."
