Jace pov
I woke to sunlight streaming through the windows and the warm weight of Grace still sleeping against my chest. For a moment—one perfect, peaceful moment—everything was right with the world. My mate was safe in my arms, the bond between us complete and humming contentedly, and the future stretched ahead full of possibility.
Then my phone buzzed on the nightstand, shattering the moment.
I carefully extracted myself from Grace's embrace, not wanting to wake her. She'd barely slept last night—neither of us had, for much better reasons than insomnia—and she deserved to rest. I grabbed my phone and moved toward the bathroom, intending to check messages without disturbing her.
The text was from an unknown number, but the content made my blood run cold.
*She thinks she won. She think
