Jace

One Week Later

Life had never been the same for me, and each day blurred into the next, a monotonous cycle of Mina’s demands and my compliance.

She kept giving me one issue after another, each more ridiculous than the last, and I kept feeling myself shrinking—becoming smaller, weaker, less.

I sat alone in my office. I kept doubting myself. Kept wondering if I was really the man my father had raised me to be. He’d taught me to be ruthless, calculating, and untouchable.

“Never allow ...