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“I’m leaving.”
“You’re definitely not.”
I locked my phone and stood up.
We were halfway out of the arena when I saw them again.
Not planned.
Not expected.
Just there.
Rowan.
And Caleb.
Outside the glass doors near the corridor exit.
Talking.
Close enough that it didn’t look important.
But my body reacted before my brain did.
Jace noticed instantly.
“Oh,” he said slowly. “There it is.”
“There’s what.”
“That face.”
“I don’t have a face.”
“You absolutely do.”
I didn’t stop walking.
But I was looking.
Caleb said something.
Rowan laughed.
Small.
Quick.
Not exaggerated.
Real.
That was worse than anything else.
Because it wasn’t performative.
It wasn’t for show.
