Tessa’s POV
“Let me go,” I muttered, shoving him off before turning on my heel. I limped toward the exit, ignoring the throbbing ache in my ankle as my gaze briefly locked with Lilian—the woman Jace had casually introduced just moments earlier.
“Hey, Tess. You good?” Lilian asked, pausing mid-sip with an amused tilt of her head. “Looks like you could really use a hand.”
“I’m fine, thanks,” I replied curtly, bending down to rub the sore joint. “Just twisted my ankle, nothing serious. Enjoy the rest of your day.”
Before she could press further, I pushed through the heavy front door and stepped out into the courtyard. One of the estate guards immediately moved to intercept me, motioning toward the black sedan parked by the gates.
I bypassed him and stopped in front of the keys hanging by
