Chapter 49

• Jace
• The piano keys were cold under my fingers. I pressed them down, one by one, creating a discordant, broken melody that mirrored the ache in my chest. The music room was empty, dim light filtering through the tall arched windows, casting golden stripes across the polished floor and ivory keys. Dust motes floated lazily in the late afternoon sunbeams, swirling with every flick of my wrist.
• My reflection stared back at me from the glossy black surface of the grand piano lid. My hair was ruffled, my uniform tie loosened at my throat. My eyes looked tired. Angrier than I wanted to admit.