The hum of the jet engines had barely faded from my ears when Paris unfolded before me in a sweep of glittering lights.
It was a short flight. Jace and I had been in comfortable silence all through. Whatever it was that was bothering him was deep. I really wanted him to let go and just have fun here.
From the car window, the city shimmered like a dream. There were golden street lamps stretching in neat rows,. The sight of the famous Eiffel tower made me grin. It was real!
I had seen Paris in movies, on postcards, in picture books I used to flip through as a little girl. But sitting in the backseat of Jace's sleek car, my hand resting in his, it felt surreal. Like the city had been waiting for me.
"Stop staring like that," Jace murmured, his lips brushing my ear as he leaned close.
"I can't help it," I whispered back, my smile tugging wide despite myself. "It's Paris."
