Harper knew something was off the second Luca stopped talking.
Not just stopped talking—Luca never just stopped talking. He was the kind of person who had opinions about everything, even things that didn’t concern him in the slightest. Especially things that didn’t concern him. So the fact that he’d been sitting across from her in the library for almost twenty minutes without a single sarcastic comment felt… wrong.
He hadn’t even complained about her notes. That alone was suspicious. Harper looked up from her colour-coded chaos. “Are you actually studying or just pretending for my benefit?”
No answer.
She narrowed her eyes. “Luca.”
He blinked like he’d forgotten she was there. “What?”
“You’ve been staring at the same page for ten minutes.”
“I’m thinking.”
“That’s what you say when
