I was sitting in my office, already planning Damian's meeting for tomorrow so that I wouldn't have to do it and lose time the next day. My phone beeped two times, signalling me that I got a message. I took a deep breath and pulled my phone from my back.

From: Jace

The Berry Café at Six

I stared at the message, trying to fix a plan about how I was going to meet him, without Damian freaking out or tagging along. Maybe Damian should come. Jace seemed to be unpredictable and unstable. My eyes drifted to my wrist where the mark of his tight grip was still present. I...