"Jace, that's enough."
Leah stood in the doorway, her robe tied securely around her waist, her expression weary but firm. She had probably heard enough of the argument from the hallway to understand that neither man intended to surrender.
Jace dragged a hand over his face. "I'm trying to get a straight answer out of him, and he's acting like I'm asking him to hand over the fu.cking presidency."
"Your father needs to rest," Leah replied, stepping inside. "He's been dealing with club business, threats, and enough bullshit for one evening. Whatever you think he owes you an explanation for, this is not the time to demand it."
"That's what he keeps saying."
"And perhaps you should listen." Her voice softened, though the authority beneath it remained unmistakable. "Your brothers need you, S
