JACE’S POVThe metal door slammed behind me, locking out the world—and locking Dominic in with me.He sat on the steel chair, wrists cuffed to the table, head hanging low. Blood dried in streaks down his cheek. His breathing was uneven, but his stare… his stare was steady when he finally raised his eyes.“You’re going to torture me, aren’t you?” he whispered.“No,” I answered, pulling another chair and sitting across from him.I let that sink in.Dominic swallowed, confused. “Then why am I here?”I leaned forward.“Because I don’t need to torture you to break you.”His jaw tightened.I placed Cal’s dog tag on the table.Dominic froze.His eyes widened—pain, guilt, disbelief all crushing him at once.“You were too late,” I said, voice low. “Cal is dead.”Dominic inhaled sharply, the air catching in his throat like shards of glass.He didn’t blink.He didn’t breathe.He just stared at the dog tag as if it could bring Cal back.“He was there,” Dominic whispered. “He—he tried to—”“He die
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