His voice came out calm and kind, if such things existed.
I still harboured a grudge against him for what he said and what he called me. He was the architect of this whole drama, and I was mad at him. I knew that, unlike Lyon, I couldn’t stay mad at this man for long.
“What do you want?” I asked, and my voice came out snappy.
“You know what I want.”
I know what I wish you’d want, but that is not the issue at hand.
“I do not wish to see you or speak to you or Dad, so go away now. I would like to be alone,” I answered.
“I can’t do that. I can’t leave while you are angry and hurting because of me,” he said. I’d never seen Jace bothered about anything before, but he spoke now, and I knew he was bothered.
He should. He called me a mishap!
“Please, let me in. I need to see you and talk t
