Chapter 98 The Storm
- Imogene Scott
- My heart pounds as the light floods the room, and I see him—Jace. The smug look on his face makes my stomach turn. He’s sprawled on the floor, one hand gripping the edge of a table to steady himself, but he’s not apologizing. In fact, he looks like he’s enjoying this.
- “What the hell is wrong with you?” My voice trembles as I step toward him.