A week passed.
A week of pretending everything was normal when Lena’s entire world was spinning off its axis.
The mansion was vast, echoing, and cold. Still, she could feel Jace everywhere in the citrus scent that lingered in the hallway after he passed, in the echo of his laugh when he played video games in the den, in the shadow he cast in her doorway late at night, when she swore she saw the outline of his body just… watching.
They rarely spoke. Not much. But when they did, it was always laced with something sharp. Something teasing. Something dangerous.
He flirted like it was breathing casually, effortlessly, with those wicked smirks and low chuckles that curled between her thighs and made her stomach flutter. He touched her too often, brushing past her in the hallway, letting his
