“Have I mentioned,” Thorne said, glancing at Holland, “that I really like her?” “Yes, you have.” Lirian pushed away from the window, focusing on Thorne as Holland rolled his eyes. “Why are you even here?” “Why are you here?” Thorne countered. “I was here first,” the Ancient shot back. “That wasn’t an answer.” Thorne took a drink. “To what I asked.” “Oh, my gods.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. They were as bad as Kieran and Reaver.
