Josie
I blinked, caught off guard by his words, my mouth parting but no sound coming out. Did I just hear that correctly? No, I must have misheard. I forced my face into a mask of indifference, pretending I hadn't caught a thing. If I ignored it, maybe it would disappear.
Thorne only shrugged, a knowing glint flashing in his eyes. "Kiel already told me you wanted to attend Marcy's engagement," he said casually, like it was nothing, like he hadn't just knocked the air out of me with his words.
My lips pressed together as my thoughts scrambled. Kiel, that snitch. I wanted to mentally grab his cheeks and squeeze them hard—why had he made me go through all that effort convincing Thorne, when he had already told him everything? A spark of irritation mixed with embarrassment burned in me.
"Well," I muttered, lifting my chin, "since you knew already, I'm glad. I suppose I should leave now." My tone was brisk, but inside my heart was pounding, uneven and restless.
