JACE
Jace waited on the passage leading to Marta's room.
He had been there for fifteen minutes, leaning against the wall and his hands crossed over his chest.
He had somewhere important to be that morning, but it could wait. Seeing Marta was more important.
Finally, she appeared from her room, making a phone call.
"No. He's not to be given more than two mm." She spoke into the phone. But that was before she saw Jace.
She came to an abrupt halt, her eyes glistening with shock. Jace pushed away from the wall but kept his hands across his chest. He looked horribly intimidating this way.
Marta swallowed hard. Time seemed to stretch.
"I'll call you back," her voice was softer this time as she spoke into the phone before ending the call.
"Hi, Marta," Jace tipped his head toward her. "Ho
