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“You’re terrible.”
Nia shrugged. “I’m honest.”
Jalen, on the other hand, didn’t look anywhere near as amused. He sat on the couch, arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes blazing with something I couldn’t quite name. Disappointment? Rage? Lustful frustration at seeing someone else claim Aire in a way he’d wanted?
I shook my head. Teenagers. Always overreacting. Even the ones who were… supposed to be mature.
“Jalen,” I said firmly, “you need to calm down.”