I didn't remember falling asleep.
One moment I was curled on the couch with my phone clutched to my chest, heartbeat thudding too loudly in my ears… and the next, someone was brushing their fingers softly over my cheek.
I blinked fast, trying to figure out if I was dreaming.
But then I heard his voice.
"Mira."
That was all he said. With his voice low, rough and breathless — like he'd sprinted straight from the airport to the living room.
I lifted my head and there he was….
Jace stood in front of me, travel-tired, dressed in the coat he probably didn't even bother buttoning. His hair was slightly messed from the wind, the collar of his shirt tugged open like he'd yanked at it. His eyes… God…those eyes held everything at once. Fear. Relief. Something close to heartbreak.
He looked like a man who'd been underwater for days and finally found the surface.
