JACE:
He hadn’t spoken to anyone all morning.
He didn’t need to. Not when the security feeds did all the talking.
Camera 10. East wing. Her desk.
There she was, walking in with a coffee like she didn’t still have his name buried between her thighs and TJ’s scent on her sheets.
He zoomed in.
She looked flawless, of course. Red lips. Tight pencil skirt. Hair in a high, smug ponytail like she hadn’t detonated his entire psyche just less than twenty-four hours ago.
She smiled at Jacob.
His brother.
The other one. The one he claimed.
What the actual f**k was wrong with his family?
JACE:
She was in a meeting with Jacob and Blair. Her blazer was off. She was laughing. She leaned over the table and pointed at the presentation on the screen with that little half-smile she got when she w
