I couldn’t sleep.
Not for a minute.
Every sound outside made me sit up.
Every engine rumble made my heart stop.
Every shadow on my window made me think he’d finally shown up at my door.
But he didn’t.
Not once.
By midnight, I was pacing my room.
By one, I was staring at my phone like I could will it to light up.
By two, my mind was replaying everything Mason told me until the thoughts tangled and twisted and burned.
Jace didn’t go home.
Jace didn’t sleep.
Jace didn’t want me near him.
The last one hurt the most.
Because I knew he wasn’t pushing me away out of anger.
He was pushing me away out of fear.
And maybe that was worse.
Morning came too fast.
The sun felt wrong, like it had no business rising when everything inside me felt like it was sinking.
My eyes were heavy,
