JADE's POV
Despite the storm of emotions brewing inside me, I managed to present our team’s project. My voice didn’t shake, my hands didn’t tremble, and I delivered every point with the practiced ease of someone who had done this a hundred times before.
But the entire time, I wasn’t really there. My thoughts spun wildly, tangled in one question, in one person.
Was Silas watching me?
Did his eyes follow my every move, or was I just another voice in the room? Did he regret the things he had said? Did he regret letting me go?
And if I told him I regretted everything—if I begged for another chance—would he take me back?
The weight of it sat heavy on my chest, but I forced myself to keep my expression neutral. My team sat behind me, still sluggish, hungover from whatever disastrous choice
