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.

Jace starts to push himself up, still wearing that sickening grin. “Oh, come on, Imogene. It’s just a bit of fun. You can’t pretend you didn’t like it.”

The way he says it makes my skin crawl. What the hell? What he...