Grace pov
I stood in Jace's office—*their* office now, I reminded myself—staring at the threat messages displayed on the monitor. Each read made my blood boil hotter, made my wolf snarl with increasing fury.
*I should have killed her,* I thought viciously. *Should have ripped her throat out when I had the chance instead of showing mercy she clearly didn't deserve.*
"Stop," Jace said from behind me, his hands settling on my shoulders. "I can feel your guilt through the bond. This isn't your fault."
"Isn't it?" I gestured sharply at the screen. "I had Madison at my mercy during the challenge. I could have ended the threat permanently. Instead, I let her live, and now she's trying to recruit the same rogues who killed your father. If she succeeds, if people die because I was too soft—"
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