“You’re crying over pastry now?” she asked lightly, teasing enough to cut through Jade’s defenses. “I don’t want us to keep hurting each other,” Jade said, voice small but insistent. Scarlett dabbed her fingers, wiped the icing, repeated softly, “Hurting…?” “I don’t want us to keep… like this,” Jade rushed, the words tumbling out. “We were terrible at being sisters, yes—but we could try again. I’m sorry about the pool. I wasn’t trying to embarrass you. I was trying to protect you.” Scarlett’s eyes sharpened, almost imperceptibly. “Protect me… from what?” Jade’s fingers curled into the blanket. Her stomach tightened. “…From Kain?” Scarlett’s voice lowered, deliberate, the name hanging in the air. Her chest throbbed at the sound. The forbidden pulse of it. “I’m leaving soon.” “To where?” Scarlett’s lips quirked with amusement, as if measuring her carefully. “Iceland,” Jade whispered. A pause. Then a soft, sardonic laugh. “Well… that’s efficient if you’d ask me.” Jade reached
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