Chapter 87

• I didn’t expect Jace to leave me alone so quickly. It was considerate—annoyingly considerate. A part of me wanted him close, teasing me the way only he could, the way his voice somehow made even my worst moments feel small.
• “Alright,” I muttered, glancing at him from the corner of my eye. “You can talk now. I’m… sorry.”
• Jace nodded, that dangerous, mischievous spark lighting up his blue-gold eyes. He was never forgiving when it came to anything involving threats to his family—or to me. “There are two royal-track guards in this van. They don’t appreciate conversation.”