Jasmine’s POV
“No,” I answered.
The word came out too quickly, almost defensive, and I immediately regretted it. Miles tilted his head slightly, studying me like he always did, quietly, as if he could hear the things I wasn’t saying.
“Right,” he said after a moment.
He didn’t argue. He didn’t tease. He didn’t insist the way people usually did when they thought they knew my body better than I did. Instead, he wiped his hands on a cloth and nodded toward the door.
“I’m going to grab something for myself,” he said calmly. “I’ll be back.”
“Okay,” I replied.
He left without another word, the door closing softly behind him.
I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
Being alone again felt… good. The library settled around me like a living thing, quiet and patient. Sunlight spil
