Jace's POV
I knocked lightly on Ariana's door, my heart still heavy from the conversation with Mike. The guilt sat like a rock in my stomach, but I pushed it down. Not tonight. I just needed to see her.
The door opened and there she was, wearing an oversized hoodie, hair a little messy like she'd been running her fingers through it. She looked tired, but her eyes softened the second she saw me.
"Hey," she said, stepping aside. "Come in."
I walked in, closing the door behind me. The room was quiet, just the desk lamp casting soft light over her side of the room. Becca's bed sat empty, textbooks scattered across her desk from wherever she'd rushed off to.
"Becca out?" I asked, dropping my jacket over the back of her chair.
"Study group. She won't be back for a while." Ariana sat on the
