Jace’s POV
The office was quiet.
The kind of quiet that made a man like me paranoid. My hands itched for distraction, but all I had was the glow of security feeds splashed across my monitor—rows and rows of live camera angles blinking at me like smug little secrets.
My jaw clenched as one of them flickered.
There she was.
Rory f*****g Blake.
Waltzing into the building at 9:37PM like she hadn’t shattered every last ounce of self-control I’d built over thirty-three years of ruthless precision. She was laughing. Hair loose. That flirty dress hugging every part of her body I’d already memorized in the dark.
And she wasn’t alone.
I didn’t see him, not right away.
Not until the second camera caught them again—his hand on the small of her back.
TJ.
My half-brother.
The bastard bloodli
