Thorne declared war on me tonight when he took away the one thing I had left. But here’s where he got it wrong: I’m not about to crouch in the shadows ensuring he never sees me. If I do, it would only be so he doesn’t see me coming. The boy who made my emotions spike and swirl, crushed them in his hands. He thinks he’s weakened me with heartbreak. Arrogance will be his downfall. It only puts me in the perfect position to take away something that matters to him, too.