Elara's POV
“You’re f*****g joking, right?” I asked, my voice cracking with disbelief.
Thorne didn’t respond. He just leaned back against the couch like I was wasting his precious time. Those cold silver eyes stayed locked on me, steady and unblinking. The look in them said everything. He wasn’t joking. Not even a little.
My heart slammed against my ribs so hard it hurt. Heat rushed up my neck and burned my cheeks. “What do you take me for? Do I look like someone you can just order around?”
Still no response. Nothing. He sat there like a statue, completely calm, while I felt like I was about to explode. That silence infuriated me more than anything. He made it seem like I was the dramatic one, throwing a tantrum while he was just stating simple facts.
“You’ve lost your f*****g mind if
