Damien stood like a statue, the gun still cold in his hand though his anger simmered down a notch. Jace’s confession hit him like a blow to the ribs, clean, hard and unexpected. The office felt smaller, tighter, like the walls were pressing in to listen.
“I’m in love with Savanna,” Jace had screamed, and the rawness in his voice was something Damien had never heard before. It wasn’t a casual thing. It was jagged, like a wound that had been opened and would not close.
Damien did not move for a long moment. He watched Jace, watched the lines around his mouth, the way the man’s chest rose and fell, the heat in his eyes. Jace had always been obedient, cool, silent. But now his control had cracked.
“I’ve always wanted her,” Jace spat out. “She knows it. She always pretends, always clings to
