Jace pov
I forced myself to take another bite of the sandwich Marcus Reid had brought me, my stomach immediately protesting. Food tasted like ash in my mouth, every swallow requiring conscious effort, but I made myself chew and swallow because Grace had made it clear that self-destruction wasn't an option.
It had been two days since she'd confronted me in my office, two days since she'd verbally eviscerated me and somehow managed to pull me back from the edge of complete breakdown. Two days of forcing myself to function, to make decisions, to address the pack and pretend I was capable of leading them.
I was fooling no one, least of all myself.
"The security rotation is set for tonight," Marcus reported, standing across the desk with a tablet full of pack business. "We've got Silver Rid
