I never felt as furious I was in that cafe. How could anyone treat a person in that manner? It felt like we were back in the sixteenth century. These kinds of thoughts don't belong in this era for sure.
Why was Jace taking that crap from a cashier anyway? I felt my blood boil at the thought of people mistreating him. Who even uses the word curse around? I should have asked Alice about it the first time I heard it from that hotel owner. I let it slide thinking it might hurt her that I was poking around about her brother.
Jace quirked his brow, "Friend?"
Why was he surprised at that? Shouldn't we be friends now that we annoyed each other enough for a lifetime? Besides I thought him calling me by name was the clear indication of that. My cheeks flamed thinking about it. What if he did t
