The morning sun streamed through the wide glass windows, casting golden light over the mansion’s bedroom. The air was quiet, too quiet for Katherine’s racing thoughts.
She sat in front of the vanity mirror, brushing through her long hair in slow, distracted strokes. Her mind wasn’t here—not really.
It was still stuck on last night.
Did he really try to kiss me?
The thought had been gnawing at her since the moment it happened—or almost happened. Neon’s hand brushing hers, the way his face leaned just a bit too close, that flicker in his eyes that said more than words ever could.
And the way she hadn’t pulled away immediately.
She sighed, dragging the brush through her hair again.
“What did you say?”
The voice made her flinch.
She turned and saw Jake standing at the doorway, shirtle
