TJ didn’t know what shifted.
He just knew something did.
It started in his ribs—a pulse he couldn’t ignore. Not physical. Not pain. Not even jealousy, not really.
Something... off.
Like the second before a storm breaks. The inhale before a scream. That gut-deep, ancient kind of knowing that something was being ripped out of his grip. Sometimes the Discernment he had gotten from years of traums was a blessing, and sometimes it was a bloody curse. What was even worse was that he never knew which he would get, he had to just chase the feeling.
But this time he knew, knew it was her.
Somewhere… Rory was slipping.
And if Jace Vaughn had anything to do with it?
TJ was already five steps out the back door before he even thought to grab his helmet.
Rory’s Apartment | 17 Minutes Later
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