The moment the door of Jace's penthouse shut behind me, my lungs finally remembered how to work.
I didn't care if I left in a storm. I didn't care if his men were staring, whispering about how I shoved the Don's words back in his face. I didn't even care about the car ride that brought me here, back to this temporary cage that wasn't really mine.
What I cared about and what wouldn't stop thundering in my chest was what I had just said.
Your father killed mine.
The words had spilled from my mouth like venom, unplanned, unrestrained. For so long, I'd guarded that truth like it was my last weapon, something to wield when the time was right. But the way he tried to order me, cage me all over again, it cracked me open.
And now… now Jace knew. He knew that I knew the truth and I didn't know how to go from there.
