A week passed.

A week of pretending everything was normal when Lena’s entire world was spinning off its axis.

The mansion was vast, echoing, and cold. Still, she could feel Jace everywhere in the citrus scent that lingered in the hallway after he passed, in the echo of his laugh when he played video games in the den, in the shadow he cast in her doorway late at night, when she swore she saw the outline of his body just… watching.

They rarely spoke. Not much. But when they did, it was ...