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He shut off the torch and set it to the side, cocking his head as he leaned forward, glaring down at me. A painful wail burst through my throat as he placed his thumb on my gunshot wound, digging it in deep and breaking through the stitches.
“Fine. Let’s say I believe you. If you’re as sincere as you claim, then you’ll have no problem answering my next question, yes?”
“Wh-what is it?” I asked through gritted teeth.
He removed his thumb from my wound then pulled my phone out of his suit pocket, showing meSamarain my contacts, a heart emoji beside her name.
My gut clenched.
Oh, no. Fuck. Fuck.
FUCK!
“Anything you want to tell me, Son?”
“No,” I replied, knowing good and damn well it was a lie. “I swear that’s not what it looks like.”
“She called you just moments ago. She sounded worried. Frightened, in fact. So, I’ll ask you one more time, Son. Is there anything you’d like to tell me while you still have use of your tongue?”
I swallowed, needing a minute to think this through.
“Are you fucking her?” he asked, his jaw ticking as he surveyed me in my silence.
“No,” I muttered.
He jammed his thumb inside my wound again, making me cry out with a curse.
“Don’t fucking lie to me, Jace. Are. You. Fucking. Her?”
“I-I care for her,” I admitted, fear wracking through my already shaking body. He was going to kill me. I was certain of it. “But I’m not fucking her.”
Father bobbed his head, looking pleased and dismayed all at once. “And her feelings towards you?”
“There are none,” I lied again. “Our relationship has always been and will only be strictly professional. You’ve expressed numerous times what would happen if anyone, even me, made the mistake of touching her.”
“Indeed, I have.”
Father chucked my phone to the floor and grabbed ahold of my face, the tips of his nails digging hard enough into my skin to draw more blood.
“Samara ismine. If you doanythingto try and come between us…” He gave me a dark, sinister smile. “Well, I don’t have to tell you what will happen. You may be my heir, but youcanbe replaced.”
My fucking blood boiled, but I didn’t dare show that his words affected me for Samara’s sake and mine. So, I nodded, silently baring my teeth behind my lips.
“Now get the fuck up and repatch that wound,” he sneered as he began unbuckling my restraints. “We have business to handle.”
Five
Samara
Ididn’tgetawink of sleep at Bunny’s apartment. All night I’d been fretting, so I waited, hopeful I’d hear something by daybreak.
That was hours ago.
It was a little past one in the afternoon now. Bunny just dropped me off at the academy, and still, there were no updates. Not from Jace or from Finn.
I snatched up my three bags and made the trek up the front steps and through the hall, eventually halting at the elevators. When they opened, I pressed the button to my floor. Dread ran over me when the doors enclosed me in.
I kept telling myself not to worry, that everything was fine, and they’d call when they could. But I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. The hole in Damien’s story. Jace’s screams tearing through the phone. Not knowing what the fuck was really going on here was driving me insane, but I was a smart girl—I could read between the lines. Whateverisgoing on isn’t good. That much I was certain of.
