Jace's apartment faced thick tension-filled air which seemed to have frozen the universe in place. Jace's heartbeat produced irregular pulses which caused the fox bead to shift its illumination between gold and an unidentifiable dark color to Anita.
She occupied the seat across from him while holding her sleeve with a deathlike grip. The truth from their previous conversation remained vivid in her thoughts. The human form should never have been bestowed upon you. The words stirred up an unidentifiable deep instinct within her.
The condition of Jace deteriorated to a point worse than his previous state. The light that usually shone from his body faded deeper than ever before as Anita recognized his extreme weariness. The lively movement of his tails had become feeble and their edges showed translucence.
Something was very wrong.
And then—
The air in the room shifted.