My hands roam around the soft and puffy material of the couch. I immediately know that this isn't my home. I blink my eyes a couple of times before adjusting them to the stream of sunlight pouring through the wide cracks of the curtains.
I slowly sit up with a hand to my forehead to find a damp cloth, and it drops to my lap.
"How are you feeling?"
I turn to the door next to a flatscreen TV. Jace stands, with a clean white jumper that has red print on it. He looks like had just woken, with his disheveled ash blonde hair falling in all the right places, and a sheepish smile on his face.
"I don't think I'm dying." He chuckles, and the magical sound makes my heart flutter, causing me to smile along with him.
"I'm glad..." He says, with a lop-sided smile.
"I-I don't know if the others tol
