Not sound.
Not sight.
Something else.
Mason was here.
I didn’t need to turn to know.
That was the problem now.
Serena followed my gaze anyway. Smirked immediately.
“Oh,” she said softly. “There he is.”
“Don’t start,” I muttered.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t have to.”
Mason
Room assignments got called out in clusters.
Names. Floors. Key cards sliding across desks.
I stopped listening halfway through.
Because I saw her again.
Lobby seating.
Same position.
Different city.
Same effect.
Jace followed my gaze instantly.
“You’re doing it again,” he said.
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You are absolutely tracking her like she’s luggage you forgot to claim.”
I didn’t respond.
Because Coach called my name.
“Reed. Third floor. Solo with Hayes. No complaints.”
I blinked once.
Then again.
“Solo?” Jace muttered beside me.
