The plane was waiting for us by the time we got to the hangar. It was a long drive from the Romano castle to the hangar so it was enough time to prepare.
We got on the jet. Jace led the way as always and I followed with mixed feelings. I wasn't sure how to feel about going back to New York because it felt like he was stricter with his rules but since I did not have much of a choice, I kept mute.
It took a couple of minutes but the plane eventually took off.
I looked over at Jace. He had barely said a word to me after his flamboyant toast and our dramatic exit from the Romano castle.
He was usually not a man of many words but his silence tonight just felt heavier, like there was something serious weighing him down.
It was not my place to ask if anything was wrong because I knew he would most likely ignore me.
I dozed off about an hour into the flight after the cutting silence had me tired.
