Slowly, carefully, Jace let go of my wrists and loosened the arm around me.
I stood pliant, not fighting and not moving and not — anything at all. I didn't have anything more in me.
He turned me in his arms.
I leaned back against the wall, letting the cool breeze from the open window fan my burning cheeks and ruffle my long hair.
It felt good. If I left my eyes closed, I could almost pretend I was outside, somewhere far away from anywhere, somewhere no one could find me.
There was a huge boulder on a hill near where I'd lived as a kid, during those few years when everything was more or less all right.
While my brother worked nights as a security guard, I'd shift and run out there, scrambling up to the top to gaze down at the world spread out beneath me.
