“We don’t know. If you want answers, check the hospital,” the investigator sad.

Awesome. Just what I needed-another dead-end. The only silver lining? At least face mas okay.

Or… was he? I’d tried calling him again, but no answer. A pit formed in my stomach. What if he was hurt?

I drove straight to the nearest hospital. The place was chaos-nurses and doctors darting around.

Fire victims were being treated under some emergency protocol, so finding the right area wasn’t hard. And there, in the middle of it all, was Jace.

He looked like he’d just walked out of a disaster movie-soot all over, ash smudged into his clothes. He was moving non-stop, coordinating, talking to staff, looking totally… normal?

Wait. Normal? This wasn’t the Jace I knew-the one who screamed “rich boy energy with his arrogant smirks and designer everything. This guy? He was all in, like he actually cared about something bigger than himself. It was so out of character, I had to blink twice to believe it.