Rowena’s POV.
“No…” I mutter, shaking my head, brushing past Adrian. I don’t want this. I don’t want more words. I just want to leave.
But his hand wraps around my arm before I get far.
“Hey… Row, what’s this now? Don’t you see how Jason treats you? He doesn’t care about you—”
“I know!” I snap, cutting him off before he finishes. I wipe my face with the back of my hand, fast, rough. “I know, okay?”
It’s not like I haven’t been repeating it to myself since the moment Jason walked away. But knowing it doesn’t make it hurt any less.
“There’s no need for me to take the cure,” I say, my voice quieter now but not calm. My body won’t stop trembling, like the words themselves shake something loose inside me. “I know what I feel, Adrian. It’s not some mistake. Maybe Jason just needs more time
