A week had passed since the brutal message from Blackwood. Jace was yet to fully recover from the horror; he had put his entire team of soldiers on alert, surveillance was up and running, but he wasn’t satisfied; something was missing.
He hadn’t known peace since the incident with Reed. The haunting memory of one of his most loyal soldier’s bloodied face was permanently carved into his mind like a painful artwork. He could still hear the pain behind his voice, still see the hollow hole where Reed’s eye was to be.
No matter how many times he shut his eyes, it was that same scene that greeted him. He had hoped for some rest, but none. Jace could count the number of hours he had slept all week, and he didn’t even need all ten fingers to do it.
It was Friday, the end of the week, but for J
