Tabitha’s POV

“Head to the garden.”

My whole body jerks and the sandwich almost slips from my hands. Holy shit! This whole thought communicating thing is getting out of hand. I have a feeling that I’ll have a heart attack one of these days if they keep popping their voices inside my head in the randomest moments.

Should I even bother following Jace’s little order? Maybe I should just lock myself inside my room until dinner. But then, if I do that, they will come find me anyway. If I go and meet them, I at least get to choose how the conversation starts. Besides, I need to ask them...