Jace:
I didn't move. Not after she walked away. Not after the garage door slammed shut behind her. Not after the words she'd thrown at me settled into the silence. "You're a killer." The parking lot suddenly felt too small. Too quiet. Too empty. I stared at the closed bay door where she'd disappeared. She was crying. Calla Vance. The girl who scraped her knees climbing docks and refused to cry. The teenager who broke her wrist during a race and only complained because the cast meant she couldn't drive. The woman who'd looked me dead in the eye yesterday without letting a single emotion show. I'd made her cry. Or maybe… I'd reminded her why she'd spent two years trying not to.
My hand instinctively found my chest. Right over my heart. I pressed hard against the ache, rubbing slow circles
