THORNE
"I FELT HER NECK SNAP!" The scream tore out of her, broken and laced with anguish. "I felt it and I couldn't stop and you made me do it! You stood behind me with your brimstone eyes and you made me FINISH IT!"
My blood ran cold.
*Brimstone eyes? Made her finish what?*
I didn't understand what she was talking about, but the raw terror in her voice told me this nightmare had been far worse than I'd realized.
"Thea, I don't know what you saw," I choked out, trying to keep my voice calm even as her hands tightened. "But whatever it was, it wasn't me. I would never make you hurt anyone."
"Liar," she sobbed, but her voice wavered. "You're lying. You have to be lying."
I couldn't speak anymore, couldn't force words past her grip. So I did the only thing I could think of.
I lifted my hands—slowly, carefully, so she could see them coming—and cupped her face.
She flinched but didn't pull away.
