I hadn't heard from Jace after the gym escapade. Not like I'd reached out either. I got home the next night, to find my front door ajar.
I froze.
“Hello?” I stepped inside, my heels clicking on the luxurious tiles. “Bianca? Did you—”
He was on my couch. Legs spread. Hands clasped. Calm like a storm waiting to start.
“Lock the door,” Jace said.
My throat went dry. “You— how did you get in?”
He didn’t answer.
“Jace. I—”
“I said lock the door.”
I turned, locked it and returned.
He stood slowly. “You think you’re in control, Camille?”
I swallowed hard. “What are you doing here?”
“I warned you,” he said. “Don’t start what you’re not ready to finish.”
“What are you talking about?” I shot back.
“You humiliated me,” he said, voice low. “You left me there, pathetic. And you liked it.”
