Summer's Pov
I stood in the hallway for a moment after Crew walked past me and tried to figure out what had just happened.
He'd looked at me like I was a problem he'd decided to stop solving. Not mean, not cold exactly, just closed off in a way that felt deliberate, and that almost made it worse because at least anger would have made sense. This was something else. This was him making a decision about me without asking me anything.
I went to the kitchen and dished out some food because regardless of everything else my body had hit a wall and I needed to eat something real. Gray was in there and he looked up when I came in and said hey, and something about his face was easier than it had been earlier, softer around the edges.
"How are you doing?" I said.
"Better than this morning," he
