Soren–POV
I couldn’t take my eyes off Raisel’s sleeping form, her soft breath ghosting over my skin. I pinched myself. This wasn’t a dream. She felt the same way. The memory of her confession played on a loop in my head, like a hauntingly beautiful symphony.
Sleep evaded me, but the vibration of my phone in my pocket pulled me from my thoughts. Sighing, I rolled out of bed and grabbed it.
“Where are you?” Jace’s voice was a low murmur at the other end.
“Home,” I whispered back.
“What the hell are you doing there?”
“None of your damn business,” I muttered.
“So, New York—are we going or not?”
I ran a hand through my hair. “No. I can’t leave.”
“Because of your old man?”
“He’d figure it out. And, let’s be honest, he doesn’t want me there anyway.”
Jace sighed. “Fine. Guess I’ll just
