I tried to ignore the tension between the two men, but my mind was spinning with other things—the memory of Fabian's forceful kiss, the words he'd said days ago.
My body reacted before my mind could. I always needed the restroom when I felt awkward. "You go ahead," I murmured to Finnick, lowering my head. "I need a moment."
Before he could respond, I walked away, trying to steady my racing thoughts.
Ashley rolled her eyes at me. "Let's go," she said to Fabian, dragging him into the inner hall.
I washed my hands and stared at my reflection. Something about me had changed, yet part of me was still that same girl from before—uncertain, lost, questioning. Mrs. Norton… or the old, miserable Vivian? Who am I?
I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away. On my way back to the hall, someone nearly bumped into me.
I looked up and froze.
Yasmin.
