Thora’s POV
I didn’t wait.
The second the sun came up, I drove straight to Luke’s office. No makeup. No plan. Just rage buzzing under my skin as swarms of hornets I could not silence. I was driving with white-knuckles on the wheel all the way and I nearly pulled over several times to breath but I was driven by the movement of anger in me. His structure surged out of the morning fog, all glass and steel that reflected my light and shot it back at me. I despised the cleanliness of it, a world without secrets. His secretary attempted to come to my help, at which words were already floating to her lips, but the eye of my face checked her. This stared me through the glass wall behind her—crazed and fierce and wild, and with untamed hair that had been tossed around through the night because I
