“Whatever you say, traitor,” Minho said, stinging Teresa’s chest. “I don’t want to hear another word from you.” He stomped away, obviously angry.
“You shouldn’t be surprised.” Thomas said to Teresa. She could feel his warmth radiating towards her, but not as strongly as it did before.
She shrugged. “I’m sick of apologizing. I did what I had to do.”
A hint of bewilderment appeared on Thomas’ face. He thought what Teresa did was a bad thing. He had no clue she did it all for him. He never cared as much for her as she did for him. “Whatever. I need to find Newt. I want—“