/Third Person POV/
Jace was determined to find his brother and talk with him about Isabella. She was sick and also acting strange, which made him feel unsettling. The least he could do was know about her condition. His brother seemed like the one who would know about it as they have been spending a lot of time together.
The painter stumbled in his brother's room only to find it empty. But his car was still in the driveway, so he did not go anywhere. It was six-thirty in the evening. He highly doubted his brother would be home knowing how much of a party animal he is.
Lately, his brother was acting sort of different. Almost mature? He was always on time to the meetings and checked out as soon as the clock struck six. Jace was having a hard time imagining what changed in his brother.
