Jace
I stood outside, my hands pocketed in my trousers as I watched Sage pull out of the driveway with my reckless stepsister in the passenger seat. She looked all bright-eyed, like she was in the presence of a damn angel.
I knew that look.
I once saw him that way too—before I learned better.
Sage had this ability that helped him show whatever attractive attribute about himself whenever only to switch when you least expect it.
A scoff left my lips as I leaned against my bike, fingers tightening around the handlebar. She didn’t know him like I did. Not yet. But she would. And when she finally did, I just hoped she saw the truth sooner rather than later—before he had the chance to wreck her. Like he had wrecked me.
With a slow exhale, I shoved the thought aside and swung my leg over
