Jasmine's POV
The moment Zara's voice cut through the library, my world shattered. Her smirk, her mocking tone…bit was the final thread snapping. Ares froze beside me, his shadow towering, but I couldn't bear another second in that suffocating room. Not with her watching. Not with him silent.
I shoved past him, feeling the heat radiate from my anger. My heels hit the marble floor in sharp, angry strikes as I left the shelves, the dust, and the secrets behind.
"Jasmine…"
I didn't turn back. His voice meant nothing when it carried no truth.
The corridor outside felt colder, the chandeliers too bright. My hands shook around the clutch I'd nearly dropped earlier. I forced my breath steady, but fury burned beneath my skin.
I hated that Ares still had that power… to tear me open with silence. To make me question everything again.
Zara's laugh echoed in my head.
"Secrets never stay buried."
