Ace doesn’t say anything.
He just watches me.
Letting me have the moment.
Then—
Something catches my eye.
The counter.
I step closer.
Frowning.
“What?” Ace asks instantly.
“This wasn’t here before,” I say.
A small arrangement sits near the register.
Wildflowers.
Yellow.
White.
Purple.
Just like the ones I picked this morning.
My stomach drops.
“No,” I whisper.
I didn’t make this.
I would remember.
I reach for it slowly.
Careful.
Something feels off.
Wrong.
Ace’s hand closes around my wrist before I touch it.
“Don’t.”
I look at him.
“It’s just flowers—”
“No,” he says, voice sharp now. “It’s not.”
Blaze’s voice crackles through the comm.
