Chapter 127 Alina Takes Jab

• Sheila POV
• When I open my eyes again, soft gray light is washing in through the cracks in the curtains. And birds are singing outside, and . . . its morning.
• My hand slides across the empty side of the bed, tracing the shallow dent on the pillow, the faint lingering warmth. I close my eyes and imagine Jace lying there. If we were both brave enough, he would’ve been here, his scent soaking the sheets, his breath warm on my neck.