~ Becca ~
Jace doesn’t knock.
He walks in like he already belongs here.
And maybe he does.
I’m still on the couch where Nate left me spiralling. The door clicks shut behind Jace. I feel him before I see him.
“You sounded weird in your text,” he says.
Straight to it.
Good.
“So did you,” I reply.
He drops his keys on the counter. No small talk. No fake smiles. Just that steady look he gets when he’s reading me.
“You okay?”
Loaded question.
I nod.
Lie.
He steps closer anyway.
“You’re not.”
His voice isn’t accusing. It’s certain.
I hate how easily he sees through me.
“I had a conversation,” I admit.
“With who?”
“Nate.”
His jaw shifts slightly. “And?”
“And he thinks I should leave.”
Silence stretches.
Jace doesn’t react fast. That’s what makes him dangerous. He processes
