Jenna didn’t answer Drake. She couldn’t.
Her chest was too tight, her throat too dry. All she managed was a stiff nod before she turned on her heel.
“Jenna…”
“No,” she hissed, grabbing Maren’s wrist before he could say more. Her heels clicked against the floor, carrying her away before the old memories could consume her.
Maren jogged to keep up. “Are you seriously not going to talk to him?”
“I can’t.”
“You can’t… or you won’t?”
Jenna swallowed. The air felt thick. “Both. He’s Kaelion’s brother. That’s all that matters now.”
Maren opened her mouth, then shut it again. She didn’t press further, and Jenna was grateful. If she let herself linger on Drake, the warmth of his smile, the stolen kiss in the library, the stupid way he used to tease her until she laughed herself sore, she’d f
