Jace.
I sat back, my legs stretched out on the most comfortable leather couch I’d ever come in contact with, the massive flat-screen TV playing a mindless reality show on mute. It was one of those trashy programs taking place at a trendy tropical beach, filled with hot girls in tiny bikinis and far more superficial drama than they were actually worth. Under normal circumstances, I’d probably find something better to watch, or at least turn the volume up. But right now, I wasn’t sitting this close to the master bathroom for the sake of the television.
No, nothing in the world beat the muffled, high-pitched cries of pure fury echoing through the heavy oak door.
I had to admit, a petty part of me had expected her to scream for help, or maybe even break down and beg after the grueling hours
