I’d had a hell of a time convincing Jace that I needed to know the truth about myself and
where I was going, but I was getting better at convincing people. If only it had worked with Kale. To me, two days was more than enough time to calm down, but Kale seemed to need
more time. That was one thing I didn’t have. He wasn’t answering his phone, and he wasn’t
at the mausoleum when Jace, Mia, and I went to check. He and I both avoided answering
Mia’s questions with the promise of a full explanation once we returned to the house. I had
started to get worried, but Jace explained that Kale was tying up loose ends because I
would be leaving and he would have no reason to stay in the area. I wasn’t sure what loose
ends he had, but I hoped I would get a chance to say ‘until we meet again’ because I was
never going to say goodbye to him. It was better that we split up until Laurent was taken
Jace and I had discussed a plan to get Alex’s cooperation with helping me disappear. I
hated saying it like that, but that’s what it was. It was Alex’s job to make sure his family
knew I was appreciative of all they’d done, but I needed to leave. On the way to Mia’s from
the cemetery, Mia was surprisingly easy to talk to. Her only demand was to be there when
Alex arrived. I had told her about Kale believing that the tattooed man was in some way
related to the killer and since her parents weren’t home that she shouldn’t stay there. Jace
and I took her home to gather some things.
“I can’t believe this, Ella. I mean, I just can’t,” Mia said for the hundredth time. “Why wouldsomeone want to kidnap you?” She spoke without a bit of sarcasm. She was truly
“Mia, it’s a long story that I only want to have to tell once, so you can stay with me tonight.When Alex gets here, I will tell you both everything.”
“Fine, but who is this guy?” She pointed at Jace.
He smiled in the rearview mirror as we drove into Elmwood City and reintroduced himself.
“I’m Jace Vesco.”
Mia giggled and commenced flirting. “Beautiful accent. Where are you from?”
That was a good question. In fact, any personal question was a good one because I hadnever asked him about anything other than the Council.
“I’m from Belarus, but I have lived in so many different places that I believe my accent hasevolved,” Jace joked, and Mia giggled again.
I could see why she was attracted to Jace. With his blue eyes and shockingly whiteblondhair, he was incredibly handsome. His features were exotic and strong, but he didn’t hold
an air of mystery like Kale. At least not to me.
“My family is part Italian,” Mia said.
I peeked in the rearview mirror, taking in Mia’s blonde hair and pale skin, and was temptedto ask her about it. But hair dye and makeup could drastically change anyone’s looks.
Instead of interrupting their banter, I sent Kale a text, but he didn’t reply. Meanwhile, Jace and Mia continued to flirt back and forth, and I tried not to let my lousy mood interrupt them.
“It would be great to visit my roots in Italy,” I heard Mia say. “I hate living in a small town. Itsucks and most of the women never escape it. If they aren’t pregnant, they’re waitressing
with nowhere to go,” she murmured. Shocked once again, I looked in the rearview mirror.
Mia’s face was hidden as she looked out of the window. I felt bad for her, she seemed to
feel trapped too, but the only problem was that she wasn’t doing anything about it.