Solyn was in the garden when Nelson called.The air smelled like jasmine and wet soil, the kind of smell that should’ve meant peace. Instead, it made her think of the club. Of headlights. Of a smile that wouldn’t leave her head.Her phone buzzed.She answered. “Hello!”Nelson didn’t greet her. “What is wrong with you, Solyn?”She blinked. “Good morning to you too.”“This isn’t funny,” Nelson snapped. “You’re making things difficult for Calian.”Solyn’s fingers tightened around the phone. “How? How did I made anything difficult for him?”“Don’t act innocent,” Nelson said. “Do you have any idea what kind of pressure he’s under?”Solyn stared at a rosebud, tight and stubborn. “Pressure?”“Yes,” Nelson replied sharply. “You’re acting like a spoiled child.”The words hit like a slap.Solyn’s throat tightened. “I almost got shot.”Nelson paused, only for a second. Then he said, “And Calian saved you.”Solyn let out a short, bitter laugh. “So I should behave?”“Yes,” Nelson said immediately.
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