Chapter 31
JACE MARINO
I didn't realize I'd been holding my breath until I stepped through the hospital doors and the night hit me in the face. The lights buzzed above the entrance, flickering against the glass. My hands were shaking, but I shoved them in my pockets like I didn't notice.
I told off a detective.
Not just any detective. Julian's father.
And not just told him off… I stood there, in front of him, with all the Marino blood and arrogance my father ever bred into me, and I said no.
For a second, it felt good. Powerful even.
Now it just feels like a bruise forming on the inside.
I walked across the parking lot, the sound of my shoes echoing in the dark. Every step away from that room made my chest tighter. Julian was in there, probably trying to calm his parents down, probably defending me when I didn't deserve it.
He should hate me.
He probably does.
