Elena took another shot, the warm liquid leaving a track down her throat as the alcohol's warmth failed to calm the raging anger inside of her.
Alone in the darkened bar, she couldn't stop thinking about Jace's charges and the damaging pictures he'd shown her earlier in the day.
With a loud creak, the door opened, and Liam hurried inside, his footsteps resonating on the hardwood floor with a sense of urgency.
His face showing concern, he hurried over to where he could see Elena at the corner table. Nestled into the seat across from her, he questioned, "Elena, what's going on? You sounded urgent on the phone."
Elena's eyes shot up to meet his, a mixture of rage and despair. "Jace knows," she stated openly, her rage hardly contained in her voice.
Liam's eyebrows shot up in panic. Leani
