(Jace's POV)
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"I think Kira is in trouble!"
Casey's voice hit me like a punch to the chest—fast, breathless, jagged. The kind of voice people use when something is terribly, undeniably wrong.
Gripping my phone with white-knuckled intensity, I pressed it harder to my ear, as if that could somehow anchor me to reality. But her words echoed—loud and looping—slamming against the walls of my mind.
Kira.
Trouble.
Maven.
Just what I needed when I was on my way to find the fucking bastard!
The interior of the SUV felt suddenly colder, and it was not because of the AC blasting cold air in. My eyes flicked toward the window, but the glass was fogged with condensation, blurred and distorted—like my thoughts.
That didn't make any sense. Kira wasn't the kind of person to end up in trouble without dragging it into the light, kicking and screaming. She hated silence. If something was wrong, she'd have said something. Or texted.
