/Third Person POV/
Jace took a deep breath as he closed the door behind him. His ears rang at the sound. It was his chance to make things right. His lips twitched when he noticed the room.
She made it hers after all with the dirty laundry piling on the couch and sheets pulled up. He could see her hairbrush on the floor, and it was crazy how he had no idea about her being messy. He assumed that she might be organised with all those ironed suits she wore.
Isabella cleared her throat, "So what is it about?"
The painter took a deep breath. This was it. Jace took great pride in keeping it to himself. He never had a problem with being alone and minding his business. But it was different with Isabella. The moment she started sticking close with his brother, it didn't sit right with him. He
