SOPHIA’S POV
The seatbelt cut across my chest as the car lurched forward. I gripped the handle by the door and glared at him.
“Where the hell are you taking me?”
Jace kept his eyes on the road, one hand loose on the wheel, the other drumming against the leather. “To my meeting.”
I looked down at myself and heat rushed up my neck.
The orange prisoner costume clung to me and the fake number tag was still hanging off the front. “You’re insane. I’m not walking in there like this.”
He smirked without glancing at me. “Good. Then I’ll drag you in there like you criminal you are.”
I clenched my fists. “Stop the car.”
“No.” His tone was flat and final, making my pulse quicken with rage.
“You can’t just parade me around like some prop, Jace. People already—”
“That’s exactly why you’re com
