"Why does me being with Skye turn you into this?" I was close to him now. Close enough to see the vein pulsing in his temple. "She's a grown woman. She can be with whoever she wants. She can f**k whoever she wants. Why does that thought make you want to kill someone?" I tilted my head. "Unless your problem was never about what I did at that doorway. Unless it's about the fact that I get to touch her and you don't."
Dead silence.
The color drained out of his face so fast he looked like a corpse standing upright.
"What exactly do you mean‚ Thorne?"
"You know exactly what I mean. Don't stand there and pretend you're past it because it's written all over your face. Has been for ten years."
"You don't know what you're talking about." His voice had gone thin and reedy‚ all the thunder strip
