ISABELLA’S POV
“Why do you think she wants to see me?” I muttered as we neared the tall double doors, my hand tucked inside Jace’s arm.
“Probably wants to introduce you to her friends,” Jace said, voice dry. “And, you know—casually try to scare you away. Again.”
“Oh geez. Are you going to give me a bonus for the emotional trauma?” I asked, pausing before we reached the door.
“I’m going to give you a bonus, alright,” he whispered in a hoarse voice, leaning closer like he might bite my lips off.
My brain short-circuited.
And then—
Click.
The door creaked open.
“You might want to come in now,” came the glacial voice of Satan’s favorite daughter—aka Jace’s mother. Mrs Elena Salvador.
I braced myself.
Her eyes landed on me like I was something sticky on the bottom of a Louboutin heel
