“You notice everything she does.”
That shut me up for a second.
Because yeah.
I did.
The way she crossed her arms when annoyed.
How she looked away when she accidentally laughed.
The little silver rings she twisted when thinking.
Weird shit to notice this early.
Dangerous shit.
Jace smirked into his coffee. “Oh, you’re cooked.”
“Shut up.”
“You know what your issue is?”
“I’m sure you’ll tell me.”
“You thought she’d flirt back immediately.”
“I did not.”
“And now that she’s resisting, your ego’s having a spiritual awakening.”
I threw a pillow at his head.
Unfortunately he caught it.
“Violence,” he sighed. “Classic emotional repression.”
The apartment door opened suddenly.
Niko stumbled in wearing sunglasses indoors looking genuinely near death.
“Who threw up in my sink?”
Jace pointed immediately. “Tyler.”
“Traitor,” Tyler’s voice yelled weakly from somewhere down the hall.
Normal morning.
I leaned back against the couch cushions while noise filled the apartment around me.
Usually this stuff grounded me.
The team.
The routine.
But lately there was this weird restless feeling sitting under everything.
