He curses loudly.“She wouldn’t just forget.Not Wren.Not tonight.”
“Yes,” I whisper, “I know.”
“I'm coming,” Finn says.
“No,” I snap.
“What—WHY?”
“Because if all three of us show up at her door at once, we terrify her.”
I rub my fingers hard against my brow.“If this is nothing, we don’t get to make her regret asking for space.”
Finn goes quiet for a beat.
Then, small: “What if it’s not nothing?”
I glance at Atlas.
He’s staring at Wren’s window like he could punch through it from down here.
“It might not be,” I admit.
Finn exhales shakily.I hear him pacing.“What do we do?”
“Wait three more minutes,” I say.
“That’s—Kael, that’s insane—”
“Three minutes,” I repeat.
He groans.“You’re killing me.”
“Stay by your phone.”
I hang up.
Atlas steps to my shoulder.“If you tell me to wait any longer, I’m ripping that door off.”
“I’m not telling you to wait,” I say quietly.
He stills.
I check the clock.
8:43 PM.
No text.
No movement.
The quiet is too loud.
My pulse hammers.
Atlas inhales sharply.“Kael.”
I follow his gaze.
