The Kingston Athletic Scholarship House stood dark against the snow, its windows like empty eyes staring down at the frozen street. Somewhere inside, Diane was waiting. Somewhere inside, the woman who'd killed my mother, enslaved my father, and spent decades tearing apart everything I loved was counting down the minutes until I walked through that door alone. But I wasn't alone. Jace stood beside me in the shadows, his hand wrapped around mine, his eyes steady gold in the dark. Celeste was on the roof. Helena had agents at every exit. And my father, the man Diane had controlled for seven years, was watching from across the street with a notebook full of her psychological weaknesses."She'll know you brought backup," I said. "She always knows.""Let her." Jace's voice was quiet, layered with something ancient and controlled. "She spent years making me afraid of what I am. Tonight, I show her what I've become."I turned to face him. "You're not a weapon.""No. I'm a shield. And shields
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