Amelia

With that, I followed Jace to his office. The door closed behind us. I turned to face him, ready to argue, but he spoke first.

“What are you doing here?” His voice had turned quiet, controlled, and dangerous.

“I came to see you,” I said, letting my voice soften. “To talk. To apologize for last night. I know I behaved badly, Jace. I was overwhelmed, and I said cruel things, and you deserved better than that.” I took a step toward him. “I’m sorry. Genuinely.”

He watched ...