"Who is Elara and why can't I see her?" I demanded, glaring at Jacob as he stood at the cupboard door of our bedroom, shirtless and still gleaming from the shower we'd had, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.
While I'd been out, my men had rearranged the house, turning the large empty room at the end of the top floor into a bedroom.
They purchased a canopy king-sized bed, lush and soft bedding of teal and black, a chandelier hung from the dark wood ceiling, framed by the deep walls that Jace stood out against.
He didn't reply for a moment, rummaging in the closet for a moment - both having bought way too many clothes for me, filling the cupboard until there was barely any room for their own.
Jace came back out, tugging on a pair of sweats as I pulled the blanket Jax had broug
