Jace.
“You’re not doing enough, Jace.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose, barely resisting the urge to bash my head against the marble countertop. “I’m. Doing. My. Best.”
Damn it. As much as I tried to keep my tone composed, it still comes out angry and clipped. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to catch it. He f*****g rarely does.
“No, you’re not.” My father’s voice was sharp, like a blade honed for one purpose—cutting me down. “You need to be more proactive. Earn Charles’ trust. Run his errands, take an inside job if it’s offered. Hell—if it helps, f**k his daughter. Make yourself indispensable.”
Indispensable. Right. Like I wasn’t already dancing on the edge of losing what little was left of my goddamn soul.
I exhaled, slow and measured. “I’m handling it.”
“You’d better be.” A pause. “Th
