I stared at the empty space on the motel dresser where the trophy had been and although losing the award hurt, that wasn't what made my blood run cold. It wasn't about the trophy.
The award had meant everything to me because it belonged to Uncle Will's memory and I had been proud when they placed it in my hands, but whoever had taken it hadn't done it because they wanted a piece of metal.
They had done it because they wanted me to know they could get to me. Someone had entered our motel room while we were sleeping.
Someone had moved through our space without waking either of us. Someone had taken the one thing they knew would matter and I turned toward Jace.
"They were inside our room." I said and his expression hardened.
"I know." He said.
"They could have taken anything." I said.
