The voice sent chills down Jace’s spine. The man he had feared for weeks, the same shadow that had haunted his dreams every time he closed his eyes for nights, stood not too far away from him. It struck him that in this large and empty warehouse, it was just the two of them.
Blackwood stood at a hidden part of the warehouse where light barely touched, his voice was calm, almost like he wasn't bothered by Jace's presence, but his tone couldn't be mistakened, it still carried the weight of a man who was once in power.
Jace tried to match his calmness when he responded. “I can’t say the same about you.”
A low chuckle came from where Blackwood's voice was first heard. “That’s expected, I mean, what good can an enemy say?”
“You’re the enemy, not me,” Jace said, as he searched the darkness f
