~ElenaI didn’t knock. I didn’t have to. The air around Thorne’s house felt heavy, charged with something I couldn’t name, and Rosy’s hand trembled in mine as we stood by the door.I could feel her wanting to pull me back, to beg me to leave before he saw me. But it was too late for that. Some things in life can’t be avoided no matter how much you run, they wait, like a storm that knows your name.When I pushed the door open, the first thing I saw was him. Thorne stood in the middle of the living room, still as a shadow carved into the wall. Reid was by his side, arms folded tight, his jaw locked. The moment Thorne’s eyes lifted to meet mine, the world seemed to stop breathing.He was holding a gun.Rosy gasped beside me, her fingers clenching mine tighter, but I didn’t flinch. I couldn’t. Not when he looked at me that way. Not when his face, once my refuge, once my undoing, had become something I could barely recognize.“Thorne…” I said softly, but the word barely left my mouth befo
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