HARPER'S POV
The second I step onto the training field, I know something's off.
People are staring. Like, not the usual stares. Not the kind I've gotten used to since the day I walked in here pretending to be someone I'm not. This is different. Their eyes shift too fast. Their voices drop too low when I pass. They don't even try to hide it today.
Jace glances at me from across the field, and even he looks... off. Not like he's mad at me or anything, but definitely like he knows something I don't. Or maybe he's waiting for me to say something first. Either way, I'm not in the mood to play guessing games.
Asher walks past me without saying a single word. Cold. Distant. And yeah, I know that's been his thing lately, but this time it feels like he's doing it on purpose, like he's
