Ryder
“What the hell is your problem, Ryder?” Blaze is still fuming, which, yeah, fair. If the roles were reversed, I’d be ready to throw hands too. Hell, I’d probably already be swinging.
“She was right there! How could you make us leave?”
“She made us leave,” I correct, leaning back against the doorframe. I’m still piecing together whatever mess we just walked out of, but one thing’s crystal clear: Tori didn’t mean a damn word she said.
Thorne’s quiet. Brooding again. Honestly, I’m not sure he ever stops. It’s like his default mode—factory reset to intense and silent.
“She was lying! There’s no way she would rather be with Nico, even if she didn’t want to be with us.” Blaze’s voice wavers, but not enough to cover the raw hurt in his eyes. Words always cut Blaze deeper than he
