Lucas’s POV
Something was wrong with her.
I’d noticed it at breakfast, the way she sat stiff in her chair, eyes fixed on her plate but hardly touching her food. Kane leaned over her, gentle as always, trying to coax her into eating. Zack kept stealing glances like he wanted to say something but didn’t.
And me? I just watched. I watched the way her shoulders curved in on themselves like she was folding inward, like she was retreating somewhere none of us could reach.
That look haunted me all day.
So when I saw her later, walking back from the training grounds with that same heavy air clinging to her, I didn’t stop to think. I grabbed her hand and said, “Come with me.”
Her eyes shot to mine, startled. “Lucas—”
“Just follow me,” I cut her off, already pulling her along.
She muttered s
