Jace's POV
"It's my dad," I said, staring at the screen like it might stop ringing if I looked at it long enough.
Ariana sat up straighter on the bed, watching me carefully. "You should probably answer it."
"Yeah." I didn't move for a second, my thumb hovering over the screen, that familiar tightness already building in my chest before I'd even heard his voice. "Give me a second."
I answered, stepping toward the window, putting a small amount of distance between me and Ariana even though there was nowhere to actually go in the small dorm room.
"Dad." I kept my voice even, controlled, the way I always did before he'd even said a word.
"Jace." His voice came through flat no greeting beyond my name. "I saw the footage from the café today."
My stomach dropped. "What footage."
"Someone
