Zara’s POV
Morning couldn’t come fast enough, and when it did, I already hated it.
Jace was the first reason why.
He slid into the seat beside mine in class like he owned it, elbow brushing mine as if we were back to being friends again—like that kiss had magically reset everything. His smirk was there, sharp as ever, taunting me.
“Slept well?” he asked, leaning closer, voice pitched low, like we had secrets between us.
I bit back the urge to roll my eyes. “Why are you acting like nothing happened?”
“Because nothing did.” His smirk widened. “Unless you want it to mean something.”
Heat rose to my face, but not the good kind. It was the kind that made me want to rip his stupid grin right off. Aurora, my wolf, stirred under my skin, restless, sensing my irritation. I shoved my books in
