JASMINE'S POV
"Are you hurt?" Aiden asked, dropping to the edge of the broken pool deck.
His eyes locked on mine, wild and glassy, scanning me like he was trying to memorise every inch, to search for bruises, blood, and even breath. Like I was seconds from slipping through his fingers.
"Do I look hurt?" I snapped, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. My tone came out sharper than I intended, but I didn't take it back.
"You could have been—"
"Well, I wasn't."
Silence.
Except for Sophia.
She raised both hands like she was surrendering to the situation. "Okay, cool. I'm gonna leave before this turns into something I'm emotionally unequipped to witness."
She didn't even walk. She just backed away slowly like a cartoon character fading into a hedge. And then she was gone.
