Jace pov
My eyes flew open, my heart hammering against my ribs so hard it felt like it might break through. The nightmare clung to me like cobwebs—vivid, terrifying, too real.
I had been standing in my bedroom, fully healed, no longer needing Grace's care. And when I had gone looking for her, she was gone. Her room empty, her bags packed, nothing but a note on the kitchen counter: *You don't need me anymore. It's time for me to go home.*
In the dream, I had tried to follow, but every door I opened led to another empty room. Every hallway stretched on forever. And Grace's voice echoed around me, distant and fading: *You're healed now. I kept my promise. Goodbye, Jace.*
"No," I gasped, sitting bolt upright despite the pull of my healing wound. My hands were shaking, my breath coming in s
