—Ace—
The house felt like it was vibrating under my skin.
I paced the study, phone in my hand, the last words Hazel threw at me replaying like gunshots. You keep me here, locked up, telling me I'm safe… and I'm not.
I swallowed hard, staring at my reflection in the glass of the bookcase. I looked like hell. Hair a mess, shirt half untucked, jaw tight enough to crack teeth.
I hit Callen's name. He picked up on the first ring.
"Boss?"
"Get to the house. Now," I said. My voice was low, even, but I knew he could hear it—the kind of anger that burned quiet, not loud.
He didn't ask questions. "On my way."
I ended the call and dropped into my chair, but I couldn't sit still. My mind wouldn't stop spinning.
Someone had lied to me. Someone had used my home—my home—as a stage for this insanity. And Hazel…
I ran a hand through my hair.
I needed answers, and I needed them now. My fingers hovered over the keyboard of my laptop.
