Jasmine
I pulled off my gloves and dropped them into the disposal bin, wrinkling my nose at the faint chemical smell that clung to my fingers despite the protective material. I had barely turned toward my bag when a voice sounded directly behind me.
“Where did you run off to last night?”
I jumped so hard that my hip struck the edge of the workbench. One hand flew to my chest as I spun around and found Ari standing there with her arms folded.
“My goodness, Ari. You can’t sneak up on people like that,” I hissed. “You scared the s**t out of me.”
“I asked you a question,” she pressed, her lips pressed in a thin line.
My fingers tightened around the edge of the bench.
I had known the question was coming after slipping away from the library and spending the rest of the evening avoiding my
