POV: Elena
I spent most of the night staring at my ceiling and wondering how my life had managed to collapse so completely in less than twenty-four hours.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Jace standing in his study with my old notebook in his hand. Each time I drifted off, I woke up to the image of my diary circulating around campus, with hundreds of students laughing at me.
By morning, exhaustion had settled into my bones. I had almost convinced myself I wasn't going when a knock sounded at my bedroom door. Not my mother's soft knock. Not one of the house staff.
Jace's.
Impatient and demanding.
I rolled onto my side and buried my face deeper into my pillow. "Go away." The door opened anyway.
Of course it did.
Jace leant against the doorway, looking annoyingly composed for someon
