Jace's POV

Liam was still on the ground as he wallowed in pain, he had his hands on his crotch where he was being kicked a couple of times. I didn't want the guards to stop hitting him until he passed out but what really struck me was his statement.

Proof? What proof was he talking about, I could just struggle the life out of him if he wasted my life with this proof nonsense.

"What proof?" I asked, moving towards him, wanting to know what scheme he would cook up this time to save his sorry little ass.

"I have proof" he voiced breathless.

"Tell me?" I shouted, not...