"You remind me of someone."
Maya looked up from her notes. Jace was sitting across from her at the library table with his pencil in his hand and his eyes on her face.
"What?" she said.
"You remind me of someone. Someone I used to talk to."
She set her pencil down. "Who?"
He did not answer right away. He just looked at her, and she looked at him, and the library felt like it was shrinking around them. The lights were dim. The shelves were quiet. There was no one else in the room.
"You know who," he said.
She did not say anything. She just looked at him.
"Sometimes I forget," he said. "Sometimes I look at you and I see the girl from the messages. And sometimes I look at you and I see the girl who hates me."
"I do not hate you."
"I know." He smiled. "But sometimes I forget that too.
