“Don’t you want to see the rest of the exhibit?” Lauren asked.
Kenma’s eyes fluttered shut for just a second. When she opened them, Jade was on her other side, boxing her in with warmth and shadow. -Transfixed- Kenna James- Lauren Phillips- Jade...
Kenma tried to look away. She tried to remember the layout of the gallery, the exit by the coat check, the night air that would break this spell. But her gaze snagged on Lauren’s movement—the deliberate tilt of her head, the way her free hand gestured to the shadows behind her. “Don’t you want to see the rest of the exhibit
“It’s whether you can,” Jade finished softly. Jade was on her other side
That’s where she saw her.
“She’s trembling,” Jade observed, her voice a murmur.