The tension at the reservoir was thick enough to choke on. Jace pulled me closer, his heart thumping against my shoulder, oblivious to the fact that his twin was standing thirty feet away in the brush, watching the one thing he couldn't have.
"I have to go back," Jace whispered into my hair. "If I’m not home by 2:00 AM, my dad will check the GPS on my car. He’s already looking for a reason to send me to that internship in London early just to get me away from the 'drama'."
"London?" I pulled back, my heart dropping. "Jace, that’s thousands of miles away."
"It’s his way of 'fixing' things," Jace said, his jaw tightening. "He thinks if he removes the 'perfect' son from the equation, Marvin will finally step up. He’s using me as a pawn to motivate a guy who doesn't want to be motivated."
