Calla:
The ride up the elevator felt like it lasted five minutes, or five hours, couldn't decide.
My fingers drummed against my thigh, as I watched the morning sun dance across the water through the glass windows. Everything looked beautiful. Everything felt terrifying. Every story gave me another minute to think. About Jace. About the investigation. About last night. About the way he'd looked at me when he'd said we'd figure it out together. My stomach fluttered. Then immediately knotted itself. There was no pretending anymore. Not after last night. Not after the way I'd fallen asleep wrapped up in his arms. Not after waking up there. I smiled despite myself. Then, ding, I was at my apartment floor at the complex. Reality waited behind the front door.
I walked to the door and unlocked
