Zane wasn't the only one sensing something off.
Luna sat curled up on the edge of her bed, her sketchbook in her lap, but she hadn't drawn a single thing in the last thirty minutes. Her mind was elsewhere, on Asher.
He hadn't texted her all morning. Normally, he would've sent something charming or teasing by now, even if it was just a silly meme or a random "thinking about you" text.
But today? Silence.
Saige flopped onto her bed, hair still damp from the shower, munching on a granola bar. "You're staring into space again," she said, glancing over. "Let me guess… Loverboy?"
Luna smiled faintly. "I don't know. Something's off."
Saige raised a brow. "He's been distant?"
"A little. Not enough to call it weird. Just… different. And Zane won't stop acting like Asher's some secret villain."
"Well…" Saige drawled playfully, "Zane's basically your watchdog. His overprotective energy could smother a cactus."
