Sophia's POV
The car ride was suffocating.
Thorne drove in silence with his jaw tight and his knuckles white on the steering wheel. I stared out the window, my arms crossed, my body pressed as far against the door as physically possible.
I was furious.
Furious at him for showing up at that party.
Furious at him for dragging me away like I was some misbehaving child. Just who doesn’t think he is, he doesn’t f*****g get to do this.
I’ve had it with him.
He pulled into the driveway and killed the engine. I didn't wait for him to say anything. I threw open the door and stormed toward the house my boots pounding against the gravel.
"Sophia—"
"Don't." I didn't turn around. "Just don't."
I yanked open the front door and marched up the stairs with my blood boiling.
I slammed my bedroom
