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The picture slipped from my trembling fingers and landed on the blanket covering my legs.
Me and Jace.
Entwined. Naked. Asleep.
Blissfully unaware we were being watched. Again.
The red ink slashed across the photo like a wound:
I told you the game had just begun.
I barely registered the nurse leaving, or the beeping machines beside me. My breath caught in my chest like a scream that didn’t know how to escape.
“Jace.” His name was all I could whisper.
He looked at the photo. His entire body went rigid.
“Where the hell did this come from?”
“It was slipped in the nurse’s folder. No name. Just that,” I rasped. “We were being watched. Even here.”
He snatched the photo off the bed, eyes scanning the corners, the angles. “This was taken from inside the room. Which means someone’s
