Claire’s POV
The house was silent when I walked in.
As always. I bit my lips as sadness washed over my features.
A part of me wished Jace was here, sprawled out on the couch with his usual brooding expression, a drink in hand. Even if we didn’t talk, his presence alone filled the space. But tonight, the house felt empty. Hollow. I wondered if he was home. Or if he had gone off to God knew the hell where with Nyx.
Bile Literally rose to my throat at the thought.
But....to be honest, I missed him.
Shaking off the feeling, I headed to the kitchen. I was too tired to cook anything elaborate, so I fixed myself a quick dinner—scrambled eggs and toast. Simple, but enough.
I ate in silence, my mind drifting as I picked at my food. Once I was done, I washed my plate, dried my hands, and m
