The Mask Falls
~VINA HALE~
If I had a nickel for every time Jace Blackwood cornered me in this specific garden, I’d have two nickels.
Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it’s happened twice—and even weirder that the first time I was a crying
teenager and this time I’m a Lycan powerhouse with a hidden dagger.
I shouldn't have come here.
The Old Moon Garden.
It’s the only place in the Silver Moon territory where the Blight hasn't fully taken hold, mostly because the jasmine vines here are so old they’ve developed a stubbornness that rivals my own.
This was our place.
The place where he promised me the world before he decided the world was too expensive to share with a flea.
I was standing by the stone fountain—now dry and cracked—letting the scent of the dying jasmine ground
