Evanna stood frozen, watching Thorne’s retreating back as if her wide eyes could pierce through the tough hide of his indifference. His harsh dismissal echoed louder in her chest than it had in the den. She hadn’t expected warmth from him—but to be treated like a burden? An obligation he could barely tolerate? That stung in ways she hadn’t prepared for.
She shook the thoughts away, growling under her breath at her own weakness. One moment, she was intrigued by Thorne’s savage magnetism; the next, she was furious and utterly repulsed by his arrogance and aggression.
What a maddening, infuriating creature.
If he found her so unbearable, why not send her back to her parents? She clenched her fists, fighting the confusing ache growing inside her. She wanted to go home, to the familiar comf
