-LEENA-
“We can't tell Jules any of this," Alec says as he looks at his burned hand with a far-away expression. “We can't."
As much as I agree, I also know it's not that simple.
“We have to tell him something, Alec. At least that his life and shop aren't in danger." I pose, trying to reason through this, falling back onto old habits based on logic and fact.
“And what exactly could we tell him, Leena?" Alec snaps, rounding on me in a motion so quick that my eyes barely catch it until he's backing me up against the wall right next to the symbol. I can feel the thrum of magic come off of it as Alec brackets my shoulders, eyes flaring red as he fights for control.
“That the reason there's a damn vendetta symbol painted on his coffee shop in blood is my fault?" Alec words are garbled past
