She leaves, and I turn to find Jace watching me. “What?” He holds up a hand. “I didn’t say anything.” “You’ve got a look.” “I do not,” he says. I stare at him. “Fine, I do,” he says. “What’s going on there?” “Nothing,” I say. “Well, keep her.” He takes a drink. “She’s like Black Widow with the Hulk. What did she whisper to you anyway?” I just smile and raise a hand to the bartender, asking for a napkin and a new beer. “At any rate, she makes you better.”
