~Claire
Jace wasn’t moving.
That scared me more than anything.
I knelt beside him, my hands shaking as I grabbed his shoulders, trying to shake him awake. “Jace,” I called, voice breaking. “Please—wake up.”
Nothing.
Panic clawed at my throat. He was still breathing, but barely. His body was dead weight, slumped against the wall like a puppet with its strings cut.
How could a father do this to his son and not bother if he'd killed him by accident? And my mother who just stood there like some mute statue?!! Jesus.
I had to get him upstairs.
I didn’t think. I just acted. With whatever strength I had, I looped his arm over my shoulder and forced myself up, dragging his lifeless weight along with me. He was so much heavier than I expected, and my legs trembled as I struggled up the sta
