Jasper watched Rory quietly, his gaze gentle yet perceptive. He could tell—instinctively—that she hadn't told him the whole truth just now. There was something she'd kept to herself, something lingering behind her eyes.
But that didn't matter.
As long as she was unharmed, as long as she stood here breathing steadily before him, nothing else was worth pressing.
After everything that had happened, Rory no longer felt any desire to dance or linger amid the swirling lights and music. The glamour of the ballroom had dulled, leaving only exhaustion in its wake.
"It's getting late," she said softly, fatigue finally catching up to her. "I think I'll head back and rest. What about you, Lola?"
"I'm worn out too," Lola replied without hesitation. "Let's go together."
