“Who were you talking to?”
The voice came from behind me.
My heart jumped straight into my throat.
For a second, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag so hard it started to hurt.
I forced myself to turn slowly.
Ciro stood a few steps behind me.
Not Zander.
Ciro.
Relief hit first. It made my knees feel weak.
But it didn’t last long.
Because Ciro was looking at me. Really looking at me. Not in his usual careless way. His eyes moved over my face like he was trying to figure something out.
I quickly used the back of my palm to wipe my mouth, pretending like I’d been trying to hold something down.
“I was feeling nauseous,” I said. My voice came out steady enough. “I thought I was about to vomit.”
Ciro didn’t say anything immediately.
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