Walking the Razor's Edge    

[IRAYA]

I glanced up to see Jason and Kylie practically skidding to a stop in front of me, their faces flushed with guilt, and something akin to surprise.

"You should have called us when you arrived," Jason added, his tone holding a strange mix of authority and annoyance.

I bit back the urge to roll my eyes, keeping my expression neutral. "I figured you two were . . . occupied with something else," I said, my voice laced with subtle implication.

Their reactions betrayed them. Jason stiffened, his confident facade faltering, while Kylie quickly masked her guilt with a tight smile. I'd hit the nail on the head, and we all knew it.

"Jason talked with his friends and I was in the bathroom," Kylie explained.

Jason's gaze dropped to my desk, his brow furrowing when he noticed the remains of my meal. "Wait . . . where's our portion, Iraya?"