"So are you ready to talk?" Korina asked Jace, they were having breakfast.

He had woken up earlier before her and prepared it. The pain in his arm had reduced, it wasn't the first time he was getting shot.

"There is nothing to talk about." He responded dryly while refilling his glass with orange juice, "I was on my way here and I got shot."

"I don't believe you Jace." She deadpanned, "Something isn't right, you are keeping things away from me."

"I am not." He lied, ...