ISABELLA’S POV
I turned to Jace, grabbed his wrist and dragged his hand up my thigh, slow and smooth until my leg was hooked around his hip.
“W-what are you doing?” he whispered.
“Seduction,” I murmured, right before I shoved him back against the wall and kissed him like I owned every breath he had.
His hands flew to my thigh—gripping tight—his mouth hot and hungry against mine. The kiss deepened, spiraling into that dangerous territory where fake started looking a lot like real.
His breath hitched. My spine curved into him.
Somewhere, a small, strangled gasp cracked through the air—
Anastasia.
Still watching. Frozen. Fuming.
I kissed him harder until I heard her steps retreating.
Only when his hands started sliding up my back and I started forgetting my own name did I pull away.
