Jace was done.
Done watching from behind tinted windows.
Done pretending like he could “give her space.”
Done lying to himself about not needing to know every second of her day.
He’d watched TJ leave her building again.
Not touching her.
Not even looking back.
But Jace felt it. The energy. The quiet claim that TJ didn’t have to do a damn thing to still rattle his cage.
And Jace? He was done letting other men get under his skin by getting under her.
He didn’t knock like a normal person.
He pounded on her door.
Three hard raps. Then another. Then—
It opened.
She blinked up at him, surprised. Hair messy. Sweatshirt too big. Face bare.
“Jace?”
He walked in without invitation, jaw clenched so hard it could’ve cut diamonds.
“Don’t do that,” he said, voice low. Dangerous.
“Do wha
