ADRIAN

It’s always a little jarring when Daisy actually looks serious.

She caught me between classes, nearly dragging me into the empty seminar room behind the east courtyard. No smile. No teasing. Just those sharp brown eyes and a tone I hadn’t heard from her since Iris got her heart broken last spring.

“Where have you been?” she asked. No hello. No hug.

I raised a brow. “Is this about the text I didn’t reply to, or the party I didn’t show up for?”

She didn’t laugh.

“It’s been over a week, Adrian. You seriously haven’t heard?”

I felt the shift instantly. The kind of moment where your stomach drops...