KAIA’S POV
I stood at Jace’s front door, the key heavy in my sweaty palm. My heart was pounding so hard, I swore the entire pack could hear it. I glanced from the key to the door, and for a second I thought about turning around, slipping the key back into my pocket, and pretending I’d never come here.
But then I remembered his face before he left this morning.
I had hurt him.
And if I really wanted us to work, if I really believed in him the way I claimed to, then I needed to own that. No more hiding. No more complicating things. I refused to sit around waiting for him to forgive me on his own.
I was done running.
With a shaky breath, I slid the key into the lock and pushed the door open. The hinges creaked softly. The house was quiet, and the air smelled heavily of Jace and somethin
