Ariana's POV
The media room was small, barely more than a closet with a desk crammed against one wall and two chairs pushed close together. I stood in the doorway a second longer than necessary, my stomach doing something uneasy at the thought of sitting that close to Jace after everything that had happened in the library.
He was already there when I walked in, and something flickered across his face too, a flash of the same awkwardness I felt, like neither of us had quite figured out how to act normal yet.
"Hey," he said, clearing his throat. "This is cozy. Did they run out of actual rooms?"
"Apparently everything bigger was booked." I set my recorder on the desk, my hands not quite steady as I pulled out my chair.
He sat down, close enough that our knees brushed in the tight space,
