I felt trapped in this space but at least I was safe. That was how I consoled myself every time the thought of going outside crossed my mind.
I had not seen Jace since he stepped out in the morning. The silence in the penthouse was suffocating. The only noise was that of the cars honking on outside and occasionally the television in the living room when I felt like watching something. I couldn't concentrate so I always turned it off after a few minutes.
My fingers curled tighter around the pendant of the necklace he'd clasped around my neck at breakfast. I held it like a lifeline, as if the little charm could anchor me when my thoughts tried to scatter.
The necklace shouldn't mean anything. It was just a piece of jewelry, something I'd abandoned years ago in a hospital bed when I ran from him and everything he was. But he had kept it. All these years, he had kept it, and when he placed it back around my neck, it had been like a shackle and a memory all at once.
