Yuna’s phone was on the ground.

Her eyes trembled as she tried to make sense of it all. Yeah, she’d heard everything.

“Yuna,” I called softly, stepping closer.

But she wasn’t looking at me. Her glare locked onto Wade. “What did you mean about my heart?”

Wade froze, lips pressed tight.

I jumped in, “Yuna-”

“Don’t!” Her voice cut through me like glass-sharp, defensive, and totally out of character.