SOPHIA’S POV
My breath caught in my throat. “You…”
Javier came running up to my door. “I’m sorry, Sophia, I think I forgot my screw—”
He froze as his eyes darted between me and Jace, tension crackling in the air.
Jace turned slowly, his expression cold and unreadable. “Who’s this?”
“Her neighbor,” Javier said quickly, his voice tight. “I was fixing her porch light.”
Jace’s gaze turned dark. “And now you’re forgetting your tools? Isn’t that a bit too convenient?”
I stepped in between them, my pulse racing widely. “Jace, stop.”
His eyes met mine, and for a moment the entire world stilled.
His hair was slightly disheveled, his shirt creased, and his eyes bloodshot. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days.
“You disappeared,” he said quietly. “Do you have any idea what that did to me
