Truce

Twelve.

It was midnight, and I couldn't sleep. The new environment and my unresolved conflict with Jace were eating at me. Not to mention, I was worried about Rory.

I made a vow to check up on him the next day. 

But time couldn't move fast enough. I stayed in bed for a minute before deciding it was useless to force my eyes to sleep.

Compared to the mansion, this apartment was small. And Jace volunteered to sleep on the couch after recovering from his drunken stupor. 

With that in mind, I tiptoed upon approaching the bedroom door. It was a little challenging trying not to make too much noise.

The door creaked like in the horror movies, making me roll my eyes in annoyance. 

When one was trying to be discreet, it was as if the whole place would tease it and feel as if every floorboard, door, and furniture would suddenly make a loud noise on its own. 

That was what was happening in this instance.