ScottMy fists still pulsed from the blow. My blood was hot, burning under my skin, my breathing a ragged rhythm in the tense air. Jace stood there, stunned and swaying slightly, one hand clutching his bruised jaw, his eyes filled with disbelief.I could feel the fury simmering behind my own eyes, but I forced it down. I turned my back on him for a moment, hands braced against the edge of the table as I tried to calm the thundering beat of my heart. “We don’t have time for this, Jace,” I said, my voice low but hard. “Thomas is dead.”That snapped him back to reality.“What?” he breathed.I turned to him slowly. “Yeah. Found him cold on the floor, no pulse. Someone killed him, my guess is a witch.”He straightened, his anger shoved to the side by shock. “How? Why would a witch want him dead? I thought he was friends with the witches or something.”I shook my head, jaw clenched. “We’ll worry about that after we get our mother back.”“But….”I stepped forward, cutting him off. “Not now,
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