Soren's POV
The sound of my fists slamming into the punching bag echoed in the gym, each hit fueled by raw anger. “Calm down,” Jace said, his voice cutting through the air. I ignored him. My knuckles burned as I pounded the bag harder, picturing Joshua’s smug face on it.
I wanted to be on the next flight to Chicago, but I couldn’t. I’d been ruthlessly interrogated about my stepmother’s murder after police found my watch at the crime scene. My watch. How the hell did it end up there? I remembered walking into her room that night, but I wasn’t stupid enough to leave evidence behind.
The truth? I hated her. Part of me wished I had been the one to kill her. But I didn’t. And now, to make matters worse, Joshua—my own damn half-brother—was making moves on my woman. My love. The thought of him
