Issac Monroe instantly caught the subtle flicker in Jace Kane’s expression—
that tiny shift of the eyebrows, the quick narrowing of the eyes, the breath stalling just half a beat.
He had touched a nerve.
His own gaze grew colder, darker—sharpened like steel pulled fresh from the forge.
Jace tilted his head slightly, a smirk forming.
“So tell me,” he drawled mockingly, “who was Levi Monroe to you?”
A blade of grief and fury pierced Issac’s chest, but his voice remained steady.
“He was my father.”
Across the hall, one girl—her pretty face framed by soft hair—froze.
Her eyes flew wide open, gleaming like shattered starlight.
And in the next instant, tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks.
His sister.
Hailey Monroe.
Jace’s mocking laugh cut through the moment.
“So that mak
