Jace’s POV
I woke up to the dim light filtering through my curtains, my head pounding like a damn hammer had taken residence inside my skull. Blinking the sleep out of my eyes, I turned slightly and groaned when I saw Dickson sitting at the foot of my bed, arms crossed, watching me like I was some fragile science experiment.
Wait. Dickson? What was he doing here? Like, I could really recall him getting into Jaxon's car with Xavier after I and Claire got in the car. Or wasn't that what happened?
I exhaled sharply, already annoyed. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“You tell me,” Dickson shot back, raising a brow. “Had quite the night, huh?”
I ran a hand through my hair, frustration creeping in as bits and pieces of last night came flooding back. The argument. Sage. That mother fucker
