20|The Game

~Rory~

I hoped to have a normal day, spend this weekend with my friends without the strange troubles of Salvatore Hills looming over my head. Was that too much to ask?

Jace’s hands dropped to his side when I stepped back, creating a safe distance between us.

“Nothing,” I lied. The quirk in his brows says he’s unconvinced. “Uhm, I just needed to make a phone call. What are you doing here?”

Giving him a once-over, I noticed the number 173 pin attached to his flannel shirt. The first few buttons were undone, a gray shirt peeking underneath, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows stretched to accommodate his sinewy biceps. He wore dark fitted jeans and biker boots, his rich brown hair tumbling over his forehead.

“To hunt, o