CECILIA'S POV
The room was dimly lit, at least more than that of the alley we came in through. Jace's face contorted in a terrible glare as he repeated the question again, this time around, his voice was a bit calm and resolved. "Now tell me, where are they?"
When he had waited for a reply from me but didn't get any, he raised his hands to hit me. The beatings continued, a daily ritual designed to force me into spilling the truth.
The pain was excruciating but Jace cared less as he believed it would force me to divulge the secrets he sought, little did he know that he was doing me a favor; instead of adding more pains to me, he was making me to get used to the daily routine of being beaten up by him.
As far as I was concerned, he never deserved any explanation from me and I wasn't w
