Jace sat down, still feeling the ache between his thighs, the evidence of what Elias had done to him lingering in every sore muscle and flushed nerve ending. The city buzzed softly outside the tall glass walls, neon lights flickering in the darkness. But inside, the silence was thick. He didn't want to speak first. Elias had been quiet too, seated in a chair by the window, watching Jace with a careful, unreadable gaze. The dominant presence he'd just experienced was now cloaked in mystery ...