JACE
Ethan Blake looked at Violet the same way every guy on campus eventually would.
And I hated it.
He was leaning in entirely too close, his bright blue eyes locked onto her face like she was the only person in the crowded athletic lobby. He still had his hand wrapped around her wrist—no, her hand. A handshake that was stretching on for a fraction of a second too long.
"Donovan? You hearing me?" Liam asked, slamming his heavy gear bag down onto the tile floor. "I said we should grab some food. I'm starving."
"Yeah," I muttered, my voice sounding flat, rough, and entirely distracted. "I hear you."
But I wasn't looking at Liam. My focus was pinned to the glass entryway. Violet looked surprised, a soft, pretty pink flush creeping up her neck as she smiled back at the track sophomore.
