Jace

“I'm telling you, dude, mom will be fine in a few days!” Maxim waved his hands and put them on the table, pleading.

I gave him a stern look.

“She threatened to let you get killed if we don't resolve this!” I growled, for once happy Claire had pulled her curtains.

Maxim flinched and his face paled just a bit. That was unusual, considering his warm complexion. It was one of the traits he had inherited from his Spanish bloodline on his father's side. His mother had ashen white skin and pale blue eyes. Now that I thought about it, he had taken so little from her. It was...