The morning light slanted through the windows, catching the specks of dust floating lazily in the air. I adjusted my grip on my green tea matcha latte and glanced around the foyer, already mentally checking off my list of tasks for the day. A little caffeine, a little fresh air, and maybe a moment of peace. Just one damn moment where I wasn’t hounded by problems or them.
But, as always, this house wouldn’t allow me any breathing space.
Jace was sprawled across the entryway table in his wolf form, unconscious. His massive body took up the entire surface, his tail dangling off the edge. The sharp tang of stale alcohol clung to the air around him, and judging by the broken glass on the floor, the heavy bandages on his skin, and the uneven rise of his chest, he’d used a bottle of whiskey to
