"To be honest, I didn't expect you to pick me," Jace says with a grin, one hand draped lazily on the steering wheel like he owns the damn night.
Maybe it's petty. Maybe it's stupid.
But I don't care.
Grayson had the audacity to think he could snap "Let's go" and I'd follow like some obedient little puppet? Yeah, no. Screw that.
I shrug, settling back in the passenger seat. "You looked like you needed an ego boost."
He laughs—this weird, genuine sound that seems to escape without his permission. It's stupidly contagious, tugging at my lips despite myself.
"Well then, I suppose I owe you all my thanks, Princess."
I glance at him sideways. He looks happy enough, grinning like a complete dork, but there's something darker underneath. An energy that doesn't match the carefree mask he's w
