The stillness of the night enveloped the air. Anita spent her time at the window watching as moonlight passed through the windows yet her mind was elsewhere. All recent changes in her body together with the intensification of her instincts and the conflict between human and non-human emotions pressed down heavily on her.
And Jace…
She glanced over at him. He rested on the couch while his breaths came in short intervals among his pale complexion. His body showed no signs of the radiant heat which he usually emitted because an unsettling chill had taken its place. His golden eyes exhibited a lost mischievous expression and his powerful energy had transformed into something delicate.
Anita’s chest tightened. The current state of Jace was uncharacteristic for her. Jace maintained his position as the most powerful figure because his nine-tailed fox strength allowed him to handle any challenge without fear. But now…
Something was wrong.