“I’m making breakfast for everyone,” Jace says looking at Quenen. “Last night it seemed you two weren’t interested in sharing your midnight snack.” My jaw drops, I heard footsteps in the library last night. Did Jace come down and see us here on the counter? “I could have told you that by the sounds coming from upstairs,” Sepehr grumbles, taking a sip of his juice. My face flushes with embarrassment.
