JADE's POV
Chris’ smirk still lingered in my mind, taunting, knowing. I had barely processed the bitterness curling in my stomach when Silas’ voice cut through the cold night like a blade.
"What the h**l was that? Is there something else you’re not telling me again?"
I knew that tone. Low, controlled, but dangerously sharp beneath the surface. I scoffed, shaking my head as frustration bubbled to the surface.
"You say I’m always accusing you of something, but here you are, throwing my past with Chris in my face again."
My voice came out harder than I intended, but I couldn’t stop it. We were still standing outside the club, too exposed, too raw, and Silas must have realized it, too. Without another word, he grabbed my hand—not too tight, not rough, but firm enough to let me know this
