Chapter 75 Not Out Of The Woods Yet

• Sheila POV
• I try not to look at Jace’s reddening face. His jaw is locked tight, teeth grinding so hard I can hear the low creak of bone under pressure. He’s angry. Probably at me, for speaking my mind before we entered the palace. But I don’t care. I’m done holding my tongue to keep his pride intact.
• The room where we wait for the king is big. The walls are high, carved with the sigils of ancient wolf lines, their emblems glinting in the lamplight. Jace sits beside me, his arm brushing mine briefly. The contact makes me tense, and I shift away. Do we have to sit this close? There's another couch that faces us, maybe it's for the king. If not, I'd have gone to it.