Conflicting Cravings

Clara

Hating Thorne was much simpler when he was barking orders and throwing his weight around. Sitting here while he rocks me gently through the last of my tears, I have no idea what to make of this sudden kindness. Everything about it looks too good to trust, which is a guaranteed warning sign. Growing up an orphan taught me the hard way that whenever something seems too good to be true, there’