Chapter 93 Covering My Bases
- Jace POV
- My unease creeps back like a cold hand at the base of his neck. Sheila used to stand on her toes to kiss me, giggling softly when her chin brushed my chest. Now, one look at Jimmy Shelton, the tall, copper-skinned ambassador, I feel shorter somehow, smaller. Less enough. Surely, Sheila hasn’t become smitten with him already.
- She can’t have.