SOMA
Jade flushes with embarrassment and pulls her hand from his grip. “Thank you, Your Highness.”
Tristan resumes eating. For the rest of the meal, he doesn’t speak. But I catch his gaze flicking toward Jade more than once, quick and assessing, as if he doesn’t want anyone to notice.
When he rises, his shoulders are stiff. He leaves with Kade, and I pull Jade into an empty seat. “Have you eaten?”
“You’ll be late,” she reminds me.
And I don’t want to leave a bad first impression on my first day of class. But leaving now means she won’t be able to eat her fill.
“Eat in my room then,” I tell her. “It’s open.”
“Thank you,” she says.
When I’m done, she walks me to the door. As we brush past the table in the foyer, I notice the flowers have been replaced with a fresh batch. Instead
