Saturday mornings were supposed to be soft. Quiet. Fresh light through curtains and the kind of silence that rested the heart.
The Woods house never had that kind of silence.
Jace was snapped awake by the thud of something hitting the wall. Then another. Then Marvin’s voice echoing down the hallway as he tore through drawers like a wild animal searching for prey.
Jace’s jaw twitched.
He hated being woken up. Everyone in the house knew that. Even Marvin, who still chose to test the limits of his own life expectancy.
Another slam. Another curse.
Jace threw the blankets off and swung his legs over the bed, tension rolling through him like steel pulled tight. He marched to the door, gripped the handle, and yanked it open.
Marvin froze in the hallway with a hairbrush in his hand and a mi
