Chloe’s pov
"Someone matched the description."
The second I heard those words, I used the only excuse I had left in my hands. "I should get more salve. I only made enough for one arm."
Nash's eyes cut toward me, unresolved heat still burning behind them from a second ago, but Wylie was already crossing the room with her maps, and whatever had almost happened between us clearly had to wait. He gave me a short nod, distracted, and I didn't stay long enough to see if he meant to say anything else. My whole face felt like it was still burning where his fingers had traced my jaw, and I needed distance more than I needed the salve, though I clutched the empty jar like it justified the retreat.
I slipped out into the hallway and pulled the door most of the way shut behind me, my hands still t
