RAFE’S POV
I froze, my fingers still curled around the glass I’d brought for her. She didn’t look at me, nor did she acknowledge the drink. She just ran away like I was some sort of disease, disappearing into the crowd before I could even utter her name.
A weird feeling settled in my stomach. I knew something was wrong. She didn't want Jane here, but the Maya I know wouldn't easily leave unless something triggered her.
I slowly turned my gaze toward Jane. She was sitting there with practiced poise, like the perfect little woman who wouldn't hurt a fly, but I knew her through and through.
"What did you say to her?" I asked in a low tone. We were in public, and I did not want to cause a scene.
Jane let out a soft, fluttery sigh and reached for one of the glasses I’d set down—the one int
