Zina's POV
The hallway was quiet, almost too quiet, as I walked back to my room. Jared's visit earlier had left me with too much to think about, and the silence wasn't helping. My mind was still spinning, tangled with the pieces of my fractured memory and the things Jared had said about Xaden.
Then I saw her—Trina.
She was standing near the window at the end of the hallway, scrolling on her phone like she had nowhere better to be. The second she noticed me, her posture stiffened, and her lips curled into the same disdainful smirk she always seemed to wear around me.
"Well, look who it is," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Miss Perfect herself."
I stopped mid-step, feeling my chest tighten. "Trina, I don't want to argue with you," I said, trying to sound calm even though I could already feel the tension crackling in the air.
