Chapter Ten

POV Thorne

The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a warm light across the floor. I laid my head back down and closed my eyes, trying to go back to sleep, but it was no use.

After the knocking became pounding I flinched and got out of bed, realizing I was still wearing my night clothes. I stumbled to the door, opening it to reveal my father standing there, his expression unreadable. "Come in," I said quietly, stepping aside to allow him entrance.

He entered the room and sat down on the edge of my sofa, his eyes wandered around as if searching for Azalea and I could tell he wanted to say something, but he was struggling to find the words.

"There's been discussion in the council, Thorne. They're saying that you and Azalea are divorcing?"

I felt my heart drop. "What? No, that's not true. We're just taking some time apart."

"Your mother, I mean, Lucille said that Azalea has moved out." My father didn't miss a beat when he said this. He knew what he was doing. I swallowed hard, f