With Charles settled, Jace returned and extended a hand to Grace. "Now, it's your turn."
"My turn for what?" she asked warily, standing but not taking his hand.
"You'll see." His tone was playful yet firm, leaving little room for argument.
She followed him through the house, her curiosity growing as they walked past several rooms and down a hallway she hadn't explored before. Jace stopped in front of a set of double doors and turned to her with a small smile.
"Close your eyes."
"Jace—"
"Trust me," he said, his voice gentle but insistent.
With a sigh, Grace closed her eyes. She felt him take her hand and lead her forward. There was a slight creak as he pushed the doors open, and the subtle scent of fresh paint and flowers hit her senses.
"Alright," Jace said, his voice softer now. "You can open them."