The door was already hanging wide open thank you, TJ’s Hulk smash entrance and Rory was standing in the center of her living room like the reluctant referee in a testosterone-fueled WrestleMania match gone emotionally rogue.
Jace had blood on his lip.
TJ’s knuckles were red.
The air? So thick with tension it needed a chainsaw.
And then—
“RORY?!”
Cue Blair.
Storming in like she’d been waiting her entire life to interrupt this exact episode of Jerry Springer: Emotional Trauma Edition. Jacob was right behind her, out of breath and visibly stressed, like he hadn’t signed up for the chaos—but here he was. Again.
Blair’s eyes ping-ponged between Rory, Jace, and TJ… until she landed on the broken furniture and the blood on Jace’s face.
“Oh hell no,” she breathed. “WHAT—WHAT IN THE ACTUAL
