(Isolde's POV)
Garrett's brow snapped together hard.
"You're being ridiculous," he said. "Victoria was sick. I spent a few days at the hospital with her. That's it. That's all this is."
I looked at him.
"A few days," I said. "You were there almost every single day."
"She needed someone-"
"She needed *you*," I said. "That's the part you keep leaving out."
Garrett's face darkened.
"Don't you dare talk about Victoria like that," he said sharply.
"I'm not talking about Victoria," I said. "I'm talking about you. The way you say her name. The way you look at her." I paused. "You've never looked at me like that. Not once."
"That's just-" He stopped. "That's habit. We grew up together. It doesn't mean anything."
The words came out fast. Too fast.
Even he could hear it.
"Habit," I repe
