Jace
The muffled sound of video game gunfire and laughter hummed around me, but I wasn’t fully awake yet. My body was heavy, my mind swimming in the hazy space between sleep and awareness. I had dozed off at some point—didn’t even remember when.
I didn’t open my eyes, though.
Not when I heard Dickson curse at a missed shot.
Not when Jaxon taunted Xavier for his weak aim.
Not even when the conversation shifted.
Sage.
I kept still, breathing slow, listening.
“It’s been years, and that dude still won’t talk about it,” Jaxon muttered, his voice quieter than before. “I’ve asked a thousand times, but he just shuts down.”
Xavier clicked his tongue. “Whatever Sage did must’ve been real f****d up. You know how Jace is—dude doesn’t hold grudges for fun.”
Dickson scoffed. “True. But man, it
