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HAYES

From my window I see Sloane stepping out of Jace’s car. My jaw clenches as she leans into him. He pulls her into a hug, his arms lingering a second too long, and then he kisses her cheek.

Sloane smiles at him, the kind of smile that stabs straight through me, and waves as Jace drives off. My fist tightens against the edge of my desk, my knuckles turning white.

Why the hell is Jace dropping h