Jace’s POV

I noticed the way Paige kept glaring at me as we prepared for bed, anger in her eyes but she didn't say anything, she didn't seem like she was going to do so either.

“Cupcake” I called out softly from where I stood in front of the closet.

“Yes?” she answered plainly, taking out the pins that held her hair.

“Are you okay?” I asked knowing it was a very stupid question to ask at this point.

“I should be asking you that” she responded, her voice too calm for the kind of anger pouring out of her.

“I don't look fine to you?” I asked, cocking my...