A minute later, Jace landed where I'd fallen, and I helped him up. You okay?He'll, no. He actually wobbled on his feet and clung to me, his face whiter than a sunbleached Texas sidewalk. There's a reason cats don't have wings.Yeah, but at least we always land on our feet.Then why did I land on my ass?
And he uncovered in us a curious need: that we each secretly wanted him to remember us the most. It was strange, both vital and flawed, until I realised that maybe the need to be remembered is stronger than the need to remember.
Behind me, Marc made a soft whistling sound, clearly impressed. That's not standard procedure, he said, his tone entirely too reasonable as he leaned over the strays body to open the back passengerside door. Yeah, we'll, I'm not your standard enforcer.
As soon as the door closed behind my father, Alec turned to me, coffee mug halfway to his mouth. 'You faced down a hellion to rescue three people from the Netherworld. Why the he'll is he trying to protect you from me?'I could only shrug. 'He's my dad. That's what he does.
As a matter of fact, I was going to offer you something. What did you have in mind?'A field trip. You interested in doing something dangerous, and possibly illegal?Does it involve underage girls, broken curfews and assorted fruit toppings?