Actually, that wasn’t right. Jace wanted to be around Daisy. He’d always wanted to be around her. When we were kids, he’d stared at her like a little freak. Then we’d all gone to high school and he’d stopped looking at her at all, like that might hide the fact that he wanted her. But I knew better because I knew Jace. Knew him as well as I knew myself. If he didn’t want to live with Daisy, it wasn’t because he didn’t want her — it was because he did. Because he wanted her so bad he didn’t trust himself not to take her.
