Jace walked toward her like a man who had nothing left to lose.
No hesitation.
No fear.
Just raw desperation.
He stopped right in front of her.
Close enough to feel the tension between them.
“You’re not taking my son away from me again,” he said, his voice tight… barely controlled.
Roxanne let out a small scoff.
Amused.
Dangerously calm.
“You’re not taking my son away from me…” she repeated, mocking him.
Then she tilted her head slightly.
“Watch me.”
That one line?
It hit like a threat.
A promise.
She finished her drink in one go and brushed past him like the conversation was over.
Like she had already won.
Jace’s chest tightened.
Not again.
He couldn’t go through that again.
He wouldn’t survive it.
Even though he had only just met his son…
He was already deeply atta
