JACE’S POV

I slowly put the plate of food at the sleeping woman lying on the dried grass. I went to the cell to check on her. If my mother was still alive, she possibly had the same age as her. The pity came out of my emotion as I stared at her. She was crying since the day my father brought her here. If only Zarya showed up soon as possible it would not go to happen to her. I prohibited my father to beat her or even abused her. Good thing, he listened to my words.

I let out a sigh when I turned around. I was about...