Marsai:
Jace?
Hana’s mate?
I’d stumbled into his pack?
Goddess, what mess had I landed myself in?
“J–Jace, I... I’m s—”
“I thought you were dead,” he cut in, stepping toward me. My stomach twisted and a chill ran down my spine.
“D–dead?” I stammered. “What are you talking about?”
He narrowed his eyes slightly. “Hana called me not even ten minutes ago. Said you escaped from the prison and got ripped apart by an undead wolf. She even sent a photo—same clothes you're wearing now, soaked in blood.”
I froze. What?
Or … it had to be Amica.
She faked my death, probably to keep suspicions low and avoid punishment. Damn it.
I took in a slow and shaky breath, grateful he hadn’t jumped to accuse me like everyone else. At least he’d saved me. That had to count for something.
“It must’ve b
