Page 137 of I See You

Once she finally sat back down, still breathless, he looked at her. “She yo little sister or some’?”

“No,” Sevyn said, eyes still on the field. “She’s one of my clients.” Hassanblinked,surprised.Thegirloutthere—confident,bright, full of energy—didn’t look like someone carrying weight on her spirit. But it made him feel something he didn’t expect.

Seen. Understood. Maybe he wasn’t the only one walking around haunted.

The game ended with a 6–3 win, and Jada’s team erupted into cheers across the field. Sevyn and Hassan waited by the sidelines, and when Jada spotted them, she ran over, her face glowing with pride. Sevyn pulled her into a hug the second she got close.

“You did great!” she said, grinning.

“Thank you, Sevyn,” Jada replied, still catching her breath, her cheeks flushed from the game.

“We’re going out to eat with the team to celebrate,” she added, then hesitated, her fingers fidgeting nervously. “But I’m a little nervous.”

Sevyn knew exactly why. The last time Jada celebrated with her team, she was the only one who walked away alive.

Without hesitation, Sevyn reached for her hands, holding them gently. “Jada, this isn’t going to be like last time,” she said softly, locking eyes with her. “You’ll be surrounded by your teammates, coaches, and their families. You’ll be sitting down, eating, laughing—no one’s going to hurt you or anyone else, okay?”

Jada’s eyes flicked to Sevyn, then to Hassan, who stood just behind her—silent, unreadable, but watching everything.

“How do you know for sure?” Jada asked, her voice fragile, still laced with fear.

“Because we gon’ be a table over,” Hassan spoke up, his tone low and certain.

Even he shocked himself.

But something about Jada reminded him of Harper—maybe it was the innocence in her eyes, the way she kept her guard up but still let herself feel. Or maybe it was the way Sevyn looked at her… like she wasn’t just a client, but someone she truly cared about.

Whatever the reason, Hassan knew one thing for sure—he wanted Jada to feel protected.

Safe.

Especially if Sevyn cared that much. And that was all the reason he needed.

Sevynturnedtohim,surprised.Shehadn’texpectedhimtosay anything—definitely not that.

Jada blinked at him. “Ion know you,” she said, her voice soft butcarrying that edge of teenage attitude.

“San,” he said simply, introducing himself.

Sevyn stood there, stunned at the interaction. Hassan, who barely spoke to anyone, who stayed locked in his own world, had just stepped into Jada’s. And the way he looked at her—it wasn’t cold. It was soft. Protective.

“Jada,” she replied with a small smile, then nodded at him.

“Well, we will be there too,” Sevyn added, watching the tension slowly melt off Jada’s shoulders.

“Okay,” Jada whispered, finally allowing herself to believe it. “Come on, Jada!” one of her teammates called from the field. “We’re eating at Beale Sports Bar,” Jada informed them, her voice brighter now, excitement returning.

Hassan pulled a stack of hundreds from his pocket and peeled one off without blinking, holding it out to her.

Jada looked hesitant. “I don’t want to take your money.”

Sevyn laughed quietly as she caught Hassan’s look, already knowing what he wasn’t going to say.

“Girl, take it. He doesn’t repeat himself, and he damn sure ain’t explaining,” Sevyn joked.

Jada smiled shyly and took the bill. “Thank you.”

“We’ll see you there,” Sevyn said, hugging her again before watching her jog off toward her team.

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