Keira
I didn't have an answer ready. I'd had weeks to prepare for this exact moment, and somehow, sitting there with six pairs of eyes fixed on me, all I managed was silence stretched thin enough to feel like its own kind of answer.
"I don't know," I said finally, honest even though it felt inadequate. "I don't know how this is supposed to work. I don't think anyone does."
"That's not really fair to any of us," Mason said, quiet but sharp. "Six of us built our entire schedules around this arrangement. Some of us built our actual feelings around it too, apparently. And you're telling us you don't know."
"That's not what I said."
"It's close enough." His jaw was tight, the same controlled frustration I recognized from the locker room confrontation Jaxon had described to me after the fac
