Thorne snakes an arm around my waist and pulls me closer to his chest. “You all right?” Not really. I’m confused and pissed at the weird reactions I keep experiencing for no reason. Since I can’t tell him that, I attempt to laugh it off. “Yup. Guess I’m just responding to feeling the freest I’ve felt in my life.” His grip tightens. “It’s sad…no, a crime…that your mother cooped you up like she did. I understand wanting to protect a child, but keeping them imprisoned, even if the prison is a spectacular castle? That’s wrong.”
