Chapter 9
- Jace
- “What?” I barked, annoyed at Maxim for spoiling my fun. We were just about to take the next step.
- “Yo, don’t snap at me just because I called you! What kind of friend are you?” he screeched, and I sighed, brushing a hand through my hair. I always did that when I was nervous. It was a nasty habit I had acquired from my father. His hair had always been long, and he had taken better care of it even than of me.