Chapter 88. Crack

Thorne POV

Anger, rage, and fury— These emotions threatened to consume me with every minute that my fingers wrapped around her wrist but no matter how much I tried, I just couldn’t find myself getting mad at her.

It wasn’t working.

As soon as the massive doors to the room opened, my fingers left her wrist and I turned, giving her a blank stare. A growl rumbled from my chest as I raked my hands through my hair frustratedly. “What was going on there?”

She pursed her lips slightly. “What do you mean?”

I raised a brow, frustration clawing up my throat because the way she was acting clueless pushed me to a point where it felt like I was losing my mind. “If it were someone else, both the guard and the one who had dared to defy my order would have all ended up dead. But because it is you, my hands are tied, and it is driving me crazy” I almost yelled.

Freya chewed the insides of her mouth, her eyes widening with feigned innocence. “Really? Was the