I woke on Saturday morning with the strange feeling that something was missing.
For several seconds, I lay beneath the blankets and stared at the ceiling while my mind tried to figure out what it was, and then I realized what wasn't there. Fear.
There were no thoughts about suppliers, rumours, Black Reapers, or Charlotte running through my head. There was just silence.
I stretched beneath the covers, climbed out of bed, and headed into the bathroom where I showered, brushed my teeth, and pulled my hair into a loose ponytail. When I walked downstairs, I found Jace waiting near the front door with two coffees in his hands. He looked at me.
"Get dressed." Jace said as I stopped.
"Good morning to you too." I said and he smiled.
"Good morning." He said.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
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