Chapter 240

• The tension in Jace’s office was palpable as the morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the room.
• Jace sat at the head of the large conference table, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the polished wood surface.
• His eyes, sharp and focused, never left the phone on the table. The call he had been waiting for could come at any moment, and the room seemed to hold its breath in anticipation.