Cara
Jace pulled me out of his father’s office, and we hurried down the hallway.
“Jace, stop! What is going on?” I said as I came to a halt.
Jace turned around, and I saw his eyes glaze over. He was mind-linking someone. His eyes cleared, and he said, “I am so sorry for telling them about us. I don’t like what my father did, and I’m not losing you as my mate.”
“Jace,” I said, stepping closer and placing my hand on his face. “You were backed up against the wall. I understand why you blurted it out. It shocked me that you did.”
“Come on, we’re meeting Bryan at his grandparents’ place. They might have answers, and his grandfather will take us to Morris. We’re racing against the clock right now because of my confession,” Jace said, grabbing my arm again.
“Racing against the clock?” I a
