Calla:
The elevator ride to the penthouse felt longer than usual. Maybe because the silence was louder. Maybe because I couldn't stop replaying the parking lot. Or maybe because every time I closed my eyes… I saw Jace's face after I called him a killer. The doors slid open. The hallway lights automatically brightened as I stepped out. Everything about Eastside was polished. Quiet. Expensive. Perfect. I hated it.
I unlocked my apartment and immediately kicked off my heels. One landed by the couch. The other disappeared somewhere near the kitchen. Good. It deserved to stay there. I tossed my clutch onto the island and walked straight toward the bathroom. The lights flickered on automatically. I stopped in front of the mirror.
"...Jesus." I barely recognized myself. The perfectly curled wa
