Chapter Seven

**Jace**

I dropped the phone and went back to her room. She sat on the bed holding the sketch pad. Her fingers danced softly across the leather cover.

“Rox?” I asked, guilt rolling around in my gut. “I know you saw those texts and I swear it’s not what you think.”

She didn’t reply, but opened the bond and pushed her feelings toward me. Her distrust, jealousy, and sadness filled my head. My heart