Jace’s POV
Something wasn’t right.
My instincts wouldn’t shut up, whispering the same damn warning over and over.
He’s not done. Father’s not done. He’ll make his move.
My knee bounced beneath the desk, tapping restlessly until the legs of the chair rattled against the floor. I clenched my jaw, forced my leg to stand still, but then my fingers started drumming against the wood instead. It was maddening. Every nerve in my body screamed that something was coming.
And then there was her.
Zara.
Sitting three rows ahead, her profile caught in the light, her hair spilling down her back, oblivious to the storm brewing inside me. She was pretending to focus on her notes, but I could see the way her shoulders stiffened whenever someone looked too long in her direction. The whispers hadn’t di
