Jace's POV

I was at the door of the palace, taking a deep breath of anxiety. I was swallowing lumps in my throat and trying hard to calm myself down as my brain went wild with different thoughts about what could be the problem.

The way everyone in and outside the royal packhouse was staring at me while I was heading here was something to be worried about. The environment was so tense and odd. No giggling and cheerful discussion by the maids or guards on duty.

"What really happened again?" I asked myself, as I kept gathering courage to enter the palace.

"It can't be that they are saying...