“Rowan,” Caleb said beside me, catching up. “You made it.”
“Yeah.”
He held a drink out without asking.
I took it.
Our fingers didn’t touch this time.
That should’ve meant nothing.
It didn’t feel like nothing.
Caleb nodded toward the court glass. “They just finished. Reed looked off today.”
“Off how?”
“Just… not himself.”
I didn’t answer.
Because I’d already noticed that.
From across the corridor.
Before I even admitted I was looking.
Mason didn’t come over immediately.
That was new.
Usually there was some version of him that eventually appeared—teasing, sharp, controlled.
Today, he stayed where he was.
Talking to Jace.
Except Jace kept glancing at me.
Like he found something entertaining.
Or dangerous.
Or both.
Mason didn’t look back again.
Not until I moved.
That was the part I didn’t like.
Because it meant he was tracking me without showing it.
And I hated that I noticed.
“Interview in ten,” Caleb said.
“Yeah.”
