(Michelle Lui's POV)
The museum was massive.
High ceilings. Marble floors. Glass cases filled with artifacts older than every person I've ever met. The kind of place where you're supposed to whisper "Wow" and contemplate humanity.
Instead, I spent the entire morning whispering mentally:
"Why is everyone being so weird?"
We had barely entered the Hall of Civilizations when the atmosphere turned strange.
Lara clung to Steven's arm possessively — understandable, since she was his girlfriend — but the weird part was that Steven kept subtly… drifting.
Not physically.
His eyes.
The moment I paused near an exhibit on ancient pottery, his gaze flicked in my direction.
When I bent to read a display card, I caught him watching again through the glass reflection.
I pretended not to notice.
Then, on the other side of the room, Jasmine practically glued herself to Anthony. She held his arm like she was afraid he'd float away. And Anthony… well—
