The air between the three of them could’ve cut glass. The thunderstorm behind them didn’t help with the tension.
“Zane, nice to meet you. I am Lilith’s classmate, Harry Sinclair.”
Harry’s gaze flicked from Zane’s hand, still loosely wrapped around hers, to her face. His jaw tightened, and though he managed a smile, it didn’t reach his eyes. The sweat dripping from his hair traced a clean line down his cheek, catching the dull glow of the streetlight. He seemed to be returning from a run.
Harry said, voice calm but too careful. “Didn’t expect to see you out here, Lilith.”
“Yeah,” she replied, keeping her tone even, her spine straight. “We were just grabbing dinner.”
Harry’s eyes darted back to Zane. “Right.” His lips pressed into something that was supposed to be polite, but the ten
