“As endearing as this is, can we fucking get back? I haven’t slept in—what time is it? What day is it?” I asked. “It’s eleven p.m. on Sunday,” Jace said, still not letting me go. “Crap,” I growled, shaking my head. A part of me had been hoping I’d just overestimated the time I’d been gone. I couldn’t believe they’d kept me
