KISAREL.
The drive to Jace's house was quiet.
He had the radio on low, some soft RnB station he knew I liked, and I think he meant it as a peace offering. I didn't say anything about it. I just sat with my hands in my lap and my forehead nearly touching the cold glass of the passenger window, and I let my mind go exactly where I'd been trying to stop it from going all night.
Had Moonie arrived at his place yet?
What were they doing right now?
Was he touching her the way he touched me in DC? That slow, possessive yet careful touch that made you burn and freeze at the same time...?
So much for a woman he claimed not to love.
And this wasn't from a place of jealousy or need. No.
What happened in DC was a mistake I had already begun the work of putting behind me. This was just... curio
