“Pizza?” I query as I watch Thorne’s face slowly grow red with frustration. He wants to say something, I can tell, but Hazel isn’t letting him.
“Yeah, for dinner tonight. I thought I could help you apply for some jobs and then we can go over to the college, check out your classes, get your books, and meet my i***t twin for pizza at Tony's.”
Looking down at the stuff in my hands, I say something about going back to my car. Hazel marches over to me, takes my bag and my shoebox, and places them firmly on the couch. Thorne opens his mouth to protest, but at his intake of breath, she whips her head around and he closes his mouth.
“This is your home now, Apple LeRoux,” she points at my chest. “For as long as you need it. Isn’t that right, Thorne?”
He doesn’t meet my gaze as he replies with
