"Yeah. Colin?" Guarded. Defensive. Jace's voice was gruff and deep.
The rest of my breath rushed out of me in a whoosh.
"It's not Colin. I'm — I'm calling from his phone." No shit, Sherlock.
I licked my bone-dry lips and started to sweat as Jace said nothing. "Hello? It's Lirien."
"Yeah. I got that." His voice had gone down another octave. "I guess I don't need to ask where the fuck you are. Should I ask what the fuck you're doing, or just assume you're going for round two of attacking my pack? Different Kimball, different day, same bullshit?"
That hurt, piercing me deep in a place I'd thought I'd walled off years ago.
"Different Kimball," I managed to say. "Different day.
And similar bullshit. But this time you have advance warning. And I'm not involved in creating it."
Jace laughed, an ugly, bitter sound that echoed in that same place inside me. "Right. I'm sure this call is totally altruistic. Fine. Tell me what you called to tell me."
