No one stops me.
And maybe that tells me everything I need to know.
Chapter 6
Theo
She left. Just walked out. Final in a way none of us want to name.
No one moves.
Rhett is frozen by the sink again, white-knuckling the edge of the counter like it's the only thing keeping him upright. Jace has both hands tangled in his hair, pacing without direction. Wes hasn't looked up from the spot where Bree used to be.
I set my mug down. The sound feels too loud in a room that just lost its center. I want to say something, but I don't. Words are supposed to be my thing—the calm voice in the middle of the storm. But right now, I’ve got nothing.
"That was bad," Jace says, voice rough. "Like. Bad-bad."
"She glowed." Wes's voice is flat.
"Yeah," Jace mutters. "So did you."
That gets Wes's attention. His head snaps up, eyes sharp. "It's not the same."
"Looks the same from here."
"It's not."
Rhett turns around slowly. His face is pale. Jaw clenched tight.
"She thinks she's dangerous."
"She thinks she did this to us," I say quietly.
Jace lets out a bitter breath. "I mean. Maybe she did."
"Don't." Rhett's voice cuts like a blade. "Don't even say that."
"I didn't mean—"
"Yes, you did."
The silence stretches. Not empty this time—jagged. Heavy. Honest.
Footsteps. A pause in the hallway.
Gray rounds the corner, hoodie half-zipped, hair still damp from a shower. He slows when he sees us, reads the air in half a second.
"What... what happened?" His eyes flick toward the front door.
Wes doesn't move. Jace glances away.
"Fuck," Rhett mutters, barely more than a breath.
Gray's voice hardens. "She looked like she was about to cry."
Rhett slams a hand against the counter. Not hard. But loud enough.
Gray steps into the room, jaw tight. "What the hell did you all do?"
