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
If you don't know it's impossible it's easier to do. And because nobody's done it before, they haven't made up rules to stop anyone doing that again, yet. — Neil Gaiman