Jace

Waking up at three in the morning was never a good thing for me. It reminded me of the countless times my father brought women in the house. My skin prickled. Oh, the joys of living with other people. I could even hear these joys now. Maxim was snoring like a pig.

I sat up on the sofa and let my feet rest on the ground. My gaze caught the keyboard next to them and I shivered. I hadn't put a blanket over my shoulders and now I was cold. The clear night sky shone in my eyes and I looked at it. It was so beautiful. Seattle was...