MAREN’S POV
I walked out of the movie theater restroom with my legs shaking so badly I feared my knees would give out at any moment.
My hands were trembling in such a way that I had to press them against my sides, still feeling the suffocating heat of Thorne’s presence in that small space.
I walked down the theater hallway with erratic steps, avoiding looking back, fearing that if I saw his distorted face one more time, I would throw myself at his feet to confess that every word about James was a poisonous lie.
As I turned the corner toward the main lobby, the bright light from the popcorn machines blinded me for an instant.
I stopped for a second, leaning my back against the cold wall, and closed my eyes to pull myself together. I had to erase that expression of agony from my face be
