Jace's Pov
Amiel looked at peace when she was asleep. I couldn't help but appreciate her like this.
She was sleeping soundly, her head on my chest. After all that crying, she was expected to feel this tired.
I stroked her hair, satisfied that she didn't crumble and had her depression attack. I was bracing for the worst.
"Thank you for your bravery, Amiel," I kissed the top of her head, pulling the covers over her shoulders.
I wish we could stay like this. Every moment I spend with her makes me think about the uncertain future that lies ahead.
I used to be confident that we would all make it. Amiel and I would have a lot of time on our hands. But the closer we were to make the people responsible for her parent's death pay, the more I feared that something terrible was going to happen.
