Tori
“Here.” Thorne’s voice cuts through the haze, and I lift my head slightly to see him placing a bottle of painkillers and a glass of water in front of me.
“My hero,” I mutter, grabbing the bottle like some junkie going through withdrawals. My fingers fumble with the cap, and I feel a wave of frustration.
Thorne leans against the counter, arms crossed, watching me with a mixture of concern and amusement. “You going to be okay?” he asks, eyebrows raised.
“Just peachy,” I reply, forcing a smile that probably looks more like a grimace as I manage to get the bottle open. I chug the water, trying to ignore Ryder’s presence as I swallow the pills. My stomach twists, and I lean back against the counter, closing my eyes for a moment.
When I finally open them, I catch Thorne’s eye. “Than
