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Jace
When Jace reaches for Sienna, there's no one there. No warm skin flowing under his. His eyes fly open. That warm-honey essence of hers is still flowing through his blood and making him hard. He's erect, thirsty for her. He looks over to her side of the bed to find it empty.
"Fuck." Jace swings his feet to the floor, looks around.
Nothing.
The T-shirt and shorts that he'd torn off her last night and thrown to the floor; her cosmetics from the dressing table, all gone. So is her suitcase.
Going to the bathroom, he flings it open. He can't stop himself from hoping. Then, still naked, not bothering to get dressed, he walks across the living room space to his room on the other side.
She's. Not. There.
Walking back into the bedroom where they'd made love, he's struck anew by the
