After the fight, Jace and I finally had time to talk. It was time to come clean, to tell him everything I knew. Two heads worked better than one, so I wouldn’t keep anything to myself.
He took me to his room, which looked the same as it had all those years ago. I couldn't help the guilt that crept inside my heart. If I had told him the truth all those years...
"You wouldn't have met Ronan, and we would still be clueless," Estel said.
I loved my wolf; she never made me feel guilty, even though I knew it was my fault we spent all those years apart from our mate.
Jace leaned against the edge of his desk, his arms crossed. It made his ripping muscles show up even more.
Focus, Carol, focus.
“Alright,” he said, breaking the silence. His voice was calm but carried a note of impatience.
