Roxy
I shrugged and glanced back at Aiden, who was watching me curiously. I was about to head back to him, but I noticed a cluster of yellow buttercups lying in the spot where the woman had stood just moments ago.
I frowned, confused. Why would she leave my favorite flowers here and then run away from me?
"Who was that?" Aiden asked as he approached, his tone cautious.
"I don’t know," I replied truthfully, still staring at the flowers. "But I’m going to find out."
"Are you going to talk to Ace?" His tone turned accusatory, and I could already sense the lecture forming in his head.
"Yes, I am. And don’t worry, Aiden—I won’t blow our cover," I assured him, though I couldn’t miss the skeptical look he shot me.
"I don’t know, Rox," he muttered, crossing his arms. "You’re kind of a softi
