CHAPTER FORTY THREETHE GAME BEGINS
JACE The last bell rang at St. Bartholomew’s Primary, and children came pouring out like a tide of energy and color. Amid the swarm, Jace Devereux stood near the entrance gates, one strap of his backpack slung loosely over his shoulder, eyes scanning the familiar sea of parents and nannies. What he didn’t expect to see was the silver Jaguar idling just ahead—or the woman who stepped out of it. “Jacey,” Frances said, her red lips curving into a warm smile. “Come, sweetheart. I thought I’d surprise you today.” He stiffened. “Arielle didn’t say you were picking me up.” Her expression didn’t flicker. “She must’ve forgotten to tell you. Come on, darling. Just a quick ride home.” Everything in Jace's instincts told him to refuse. But part of him—the part that still wondered if maybe his mo
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