Raisel’s POV

Hazel’s piercing green eyes locked on me like a detective about to crack a case.

“What are you hiding on that ancient laptop of yours?” she asked, her voice carrying a teasing edge but with unmistakable curiosity.

“Nothing,” I shot back, too quickly. “I told you to destroy it.”

She raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced.

“Well, I was going to,” she said, leaning back. “Until my laptop broke, and I had to borrow yours. I didn’t mean to pry, ...