Tessa’s POV
Ever since that night I had to shove Jace off me with everything I had, I couldn't even stand to look at his face. I had been dodging him around the mansion for days.
I was packing a few things into my bag to go check on Mrs. Margaret at the hospital when I stopped dead in my tracks. Jace was standing just around the corner in the upper hallway, talking on the phone.
“I’m doing my best,” he muttered. He was trying to keep his voice down, but that deep, heavy tone of his carried right over to where I was standing. “Just give me time. Everything is going according to the plan.”
I let out a quiet sigh, ignored him, and tiptoed down the grand stairs. Honestly, with everything going on, I didn't have the energy to care about whatever shady deal he was running. I just assumed it
