Susan
For the entire trip back to the ship, Susan was fuming, her hard stare glued to Jace’s back. How dare he treat people like that, who did he think he was? Philippa had tried to speak to her not long after they left the building, but Susan was just not in the mood, so Philippa just left Susan to stew.
When they were about half way to the ship, Susan felt an arm wrap around her shoulders. Looking to her right, she saw Abel smiling down at her, “Trouble is paradise?” he asked.
“That’s none of your business.” Susan sniped, shrugging his arm off of her shoulders.
He chuckled as his arm wrapped around her waist and he lent in to whisper in her ear, “If you need a shoulder to cry on, you are always welcome to mine.”
“As if!” Susan muttered.
Ignoring her, Abel contin
