Nevara
Sabrina didn’t sit. She just stood there, arms crossed tight, mouth pressed into a thin line.
“What is it?” I asked again, stepping toward her. “What happened?”
She glanced once toward the window, as if checking for shadows, then said low, “My girlfriend saw something.”
I straightened. “Go on.”
“She saw Michelle earlier today. Talking to Kael.”
I blinked. “I saw that too.”
“You did?”
“Yeah,” I said, nodding slowly. “It was during training. She came to the field, pulled him aside, gave him one of those muffins like it was some secret handshake. Whole thing gave me weird vibes.”
Sabrina’s mouth twisted. “That tracks. My girlfriend said the same. Said Michelle was acting sketchy. Looking around too much. Like she didn’t want anyone to see.”
“She didn’t just look nervous,” I m
