ADINNA’S POV
The fall feels endless, but I hit the ground before I can even think. Pain shoots up my arm, but before I can move, a strong hand grabs mine and pulls me up.
Jace.
Our hands stay clasped longer than they should. His grip is firm, grounding, and for a second, the world goes silent. Then I hear the whispers, gasps, and the sound of people watching.
I pull my hand away fast, but it’s too late. I can already see the looks on their faces, the smirks, the knowing glances.
A girl in the back murmurs something to her friend, and then another one giggles. The sound spreads like fire. I don’t even need to hear the words. I already know what they’re saying.
Jace straightens, brushing invisible dust off his shirt, and gives me a look I can’t read. Something is mocking about it, but
