Thorne.
In less than ten minutes, I was in my car, engine humming as I peeled out of the school parking lot, heading back to the church like it was the only sanctuary left that didn’t feel tainted by this mess.
I’d stood there, rooted to the spot, watching Mia slide into Luca’s passenger seat with that casual flip of her hair, the door slamming shut like a punctuation mark on my stupidity.
They drove off, his car kicking up a little dust, and I felt it in my gut—a sharp, twisting pull that had nothing to do with brotherly concern and everything to do with the green-eyed beast clawing at my insides.
Fuck, if jealousy had a flavor, it was bitter as hell right now.
I didn’t even remember the drive. The road blurred, trees whipping by in a haze, my mind stuck on replay: her laugh as sh
