“You failed to protect her until the wedding,” he carries on, completely unaware of the irony in his rage. “I should send you back to Dyaspora for this!” “Do it.” He looks at me, startled enough to shake the rage off his face. “What did you say?” “I said fucking do it. I don’t care anymore.” Thorne evidently has no idea what to say to that because he just looks at me. Any other time, I’d enjoy striking him speechless, but not now. I won’t ever enjoy anything again. I sigh and step back, turning around to leave. “If you decide to send me back, let me know. Otherwise, I’ll be in the
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