"Sweetheart, what're you doing?" Jace's voice made me jump as it came from behind me, almost falling off the coffee table I was using to reach the banister above to look at him. He had an amused smirk on his lips, a dark blue long-sleeve hugging his muscles and faded jeans as he stepped off the bottom stairs, watching me and waiting.
"Uh," I stammered, smiling sheepishly as I held the festive fabrics in my hands, unable to hide the bright red, black and silver. "Decorating?"
Jace rose a brow at me, crossing his arms and shifted his weight, tilting his head. "And the occasion?" He asked.
I pursed my lips together, knowing he'd probably think it was stupid, but Zena glared at me for the thought.
"We're meant to have the Alphas from the Crimson Lake and Moon Bay coming to the house fo
