Chapter 52

Elias sat in the dark.

The mansion was silent, He had not bothered with the light. Instead, he sat in the armchair at the far corner of his bedroom, a glass of untouched whiskey warming in his hand, his eyes fixed on the other seat across the room.

On him.

Jace sat there, and elias watched as his chest slowly rose and fell. His face was turned slightly toward the window, the dim glow of the city brushing over his features, softening the sharp lines of his jaw. He looked peaceful and so beautiful.

Elias’s jaw flexed.

Maybe he overreacted. He should not have gone too far. He did not need to drug jace. Those were the first thoughts that clawed through him now. But it was rage that consumed him... Elias had been drowning in it ever since the incident in the restroom.

The image burned in his mind.

Jace flushed....his lips parted.... his trousers undone. Aiden on his knees...taking him into his mouth. The image carved itself into him with a viciousness he could not shake. The sound