"Don't you think it's about time we return to the house?" I asked Jace as we stepped into the suite.
He paused and stared at me, concern clouding his features.
"You don't like it here?"
I hesitated. "It's not that. I just think it would be safer to go back now."
"No. It's not safe."
"You're sure?"
He gave a curt nod. "A hundred percent."
"What about me seeing my brother?" I asked softly.
"I haven't seen or spoken to him since my birthday. I need to see him."
"Mira, now's not the time for this. We're walking on eggshells right now."
"Okay." I said softly.
For some reason, I felt a sting of tears which was unusual but I blinked it back before they could drop.
Jace stayed in the living room and worked while I went into the bedroom to lay down, feeling tired after I barely did anything all day.
All this was tiring. I wondered how long I would have to live like a fugitive. Always on the run from one thing or the other.
