ADINNA’S POV
Jace doesn’t move.
Not an inch.
His eyes flicker like a golden fire, shadows rippling across his face as he leans in slowly, deliberately, and dangerously. My breath catches before I can stop it. He’s so close I can feel the warmth of him and smell the faint mix of smoke and pine that always seems to cling to his skin.
He inhales, like he’s memorizing my scent, and something in my chest twists violently.
I want to shove him off, to scream, to do something, but instead, I’m frozen.
I hate this. I hate that my body doesn’t understand what my mind is screaming.
“Careful,” he murmurs, his voice low enough to crawl down my spine. “You smell scared.”
“I’m not,” I lie.
His lips curve into that infuriating smirk. “Then why is your heart racing like that?”
I can feel my pulse
