Aaron burst through the door of Thorn's cell. He was so angry that he was fighting a shift. The prick had made her cry. She had been so strong through all of the s**t the prison threw at them, and he's the reason she cries. Thorn sat on the bed with a book. He didn't even glance up when Aaron burst in.
"Get up, you worthless piece of s**t," Aaron demanded. Thorn still didn't give him his attention. "What do you want, rogue?" Aaron's fist clenched at his side. "I have something you need to see. Then, I'm going to kick your ass until you're hurting so badly you will forget about your balls." Thorn turned a page. "Whatever it is, I'm not interested." Aaron couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed the prince by the front of his shirt and hauled him up onto his feet.
Thorn gave him a bored look
