I swear and run a hand though my hair. Jace-- Back here. Now. I scan the room for him again before getting ready to teleport to his aura. Before I can though, he crawls out from the back room. Sitting, he looks at me and knows exactly what he's in for.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Remember: the plot is nothing more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations. — Ray Bradbury