I see Jace pass out and I catch him, setting his head on my lap. Zoey watches and chuckles. I glance up at her and she looks away, still trying not to laugh.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
“Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number.
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you—
Ye are many—they are few.” — Mary Shelly