"I'm not hiding anything," Mia said, and even as the words left her mouth she knew how thin they sounded.
"You're a bad liar," Lucas said. "You were a bad liar in the archive room and you're a worse one now." He glanced around the filing floor, empty this early, and lowered his voice anyway. "Something happened. With Kade. I can see it on you."
Mia's mind raced through every version of an answer that wouldn't break her promise. She'd given Kade her word less than twelve hours ago, in a library thick with the smell of burned paper, and she wasn't willing to hand that trust away just because Lucas had good instincts and worse patience.
"I can't tell you," she said finally. "Not because I don't trust you. Because I promised him I wouldn't."
Something flickered across Lucas's face — not an
