KISAREL.
"I can do this. I can beat the time."
I was still chanting it under my breath when I slammed the taxi door and hurried toward Jace's entrance, which was optimistic considering it was already 9:38 and optimism was about all I had left at this point.
I had made peace with missing the ten o'clock mark somewhere between the jazz bar and the cab ride over. Eleven was still a reasonable hour. Besides, that was the original time I had asked for, which he vehemently refused to grant me.
Besides, the most important thing was to be at his place for the 4am trip. It shouldn't matter when I got there.
"This is no longer funny, babe," Jace murmured, moving toward the small bar in the corner of the sitting room. He spoke quietly, without heat. "I didn't see any of this coming when you got
