Finding Jace meant risking everything. My heart, my pride, my fragile peace—it would all be on the line. But it also meant answers. Closure. A chance to finally face the man who had once been my world and determine if he still was.
Estel hummed approvingly in the back of my mind. “Finally, you’re listening.”
“Don’t get too excited,” I muttered. “This could go horribly wrong.”
“Or it could go right,” she countered. “We won’t know unless we try.”
The thought of seeing him again stirred a mix of emotions: anticipation, fear, and a flicker of hope I hadn’t felt in years. I pushed it down. Hope was dangerous. It had the power to heal, but it also had the power to destroy.
Vonnie entered the room, her usual smirk replaced by something more subdued. She leaned against the doorframe, arms cro
