Jace’s POV
The heavy doors of the station slammed shut behind us, the weight of the accusation still clinging to my skin like smoke. The night air was cool, sharp, but it did nothing to steady the pounding in my head.
Agnes’s heels clicked furiously against the pavement as she trailed in front of me, her breath uneven, her face still flushed from tearing into the officers like a wildfire.
She stopped abruptly just outside the parking lot, spinning toward me before I could take another step. Her face was pale but her eyes burned with something harder…conviction.
“Jace,” she blurted, gripping her purse strap so tight her knuckles whitened. “I hope you know… aside from Anastasia, there’s someone else who would’ve wanted Isabella to disappear.”
I froze, tension crawling up my spine. “What
