ISABELLA’S POV
“What are you talking about?” Jessie’s voice cracked as she stirred awake, disbelief still wet in her throat.
Jace sighed, dragging both palms down his face before meeting our eyes with a dry, humorless smile. “Mom said we should drop the charges,” he said, the frustration finally bleeding through his calm.
Jessie bolted upright. “What?”
Jace’s jaw ticked. “It’s what she told me in the ambulance. She doesn’t want to press charges against Anastasia.”
Jessie shot to her feet, her entire body trembling—not from grief this time, but fury. “Why the hell would she say that? When did she say that? She’s in intensive care, for God’s sake! Anastasia nearly killed her, Jace! This isn’t some schoolyard fight—this is attempted murder! And you’re telling me she wants to just... let
